A toast to mummy

Resplendent in an old faded tracksuit, ugg boots, unwashed and uncombed hair and looking like I’d been dragged backward (and forward) through a hedge several times, my darling Devilboy took my grubby face in his hands and offered an unsolicited “Mama, you’re so beautiful”.  Bless him.

Though in fairness, he also said his jam toast was “so beautiful” about ten minutes later and I am fairly sure that too was unsolicited, given that toast is an inanimate object. But hey, beggars can’t be choosers and I’ll take a compliment wherever I can get one – even I do have to compete with breakfast for them.

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