3 days ago · Life · 0 comments

I hit a small bird (maybe a sparrow) with the big car the other day. I didn’t know I’d hit it at the time but it did fly really really close. I only realised when I got home and saw it’s little head poking out of the grille at me. My 4-year old daughter saw it and was interested and then got on with her day. We hid it from my 6-year old for a while but eventually he saw it and, predictably, dissolved into tears. He’s an emotional boy, and there are certain things that really trigger him. I`was exactly the same way as a boy (and, to be honest, as a man too). At about his age I cried because poor February only had 28 days and how was that fair? I still remember the injustice I felt on behalf of February. I cried when my favourite teacher was leaving school (I remember this now because my 6-year old has done the same). I cried at most things. I don’t know what it is, but I think it’s probably nice that the 6-year old has inherited that particular trait.

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