Eye of the storm

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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