Yesterday, we were at the shops and having our customary muffin and coffee stop-off. Riley proceeded to take a gigantic bite out of a plastic spoon and half of it snapped off in his mouth. In my jumping up to retrieve the pieces, before he swallowed them and ripped his oesophagus, I knocked my coffee into my lap.
So, I sat there with a crotch full of liquid – and yes it looked exactly what you think it did.
“Uh- oh” said Adam to Keira. “Mum’s had an accident. Better go take her to the toilets to clean up”.
Normally Keira might have shirked off such a command, especially in the middle of eating, but this time she solemnly nodded her head and held out her hand for me. For her, no matter how often I told her, it wasn’t “That Kind” of accident, she obviously thought I’d had one of ‘her’ kind of urine-based ones.
“Come on mum” she said, leading me away.
Then, as we walked off and I’m praying people aren’t looking at me, she tenderly stroked my hand and said, “It’s okay mum, we’ll fix you up.”
My heart melted into a pool about the size that was spreading across my jeans.
Have I mentioned lately I’ve got a pretty good girl? Well I have.
