During every waking hour Zane burns brightly. From 7am until
7pm Hurricane Zane blows wildly, and combined with Beau’s dribble, every day our
home is the epicentre of a fierce storm that few can escape without soiled
clothes, bad hair and saliva trauma.
But at times Zane displays wonderful moments of tenderness,
being keen for a cuddle or quietly helping his mum or dad with some household
chore. Although beautiful to see, some of these moments have a hidden purpose.
One day he quietly came up to Jas, sat on her lap and took
her face very gently in his little hands, beautiful and soft. He brought
his face his face very close to hers, noses almost touching, looked lovingly into
her eyes and softly whispered...
“Chocolate, mumma?”
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