Saturday, 12 November 2005

Kiss me, you fool.

Don't say a word. What's a month or two between friends, right?

Saffron is pictured here resisting friendly kisses from Caitlin. She's beginning to do that more these days - resist kisses. Now that she has a mind of her own, it's only a matter of time before she yells at me to please stop bringing her daily packed lunches and tying her hair in pigtails, as she dashes off in tears to attend her afternoon lectures. It's a downward spiral, I tell you. We've really got to nip this problem in the bud. It's a toss up between using good old force or resorting to emotional blackmail. So the next time you see me smothering Saffron with kisses while pinning her arms to her sides (there's a technique to all this) and telling her how much I suffered at childbirth, you know where I'm coming from.