This morning we had a row about wet jeans. He announced at 7am, 20 minutes before he has to leave for school, that it’s Mufti Day and as I washed all of his jeans last night (but didn’t dry them) nothing was ready. Which, I think you’ll agree, is Not My Fault. ‘You can’t go out in those, you’ll catch your death of cold,’ I said, sounding like my own mother.
It was a losing battle and I had to admit defeat.
This is one of my favourite photos of him, taken when he was slightly more willing to listen to his mum:
He has his moments though. As you can see from the card he ‘made’ for me for Mother’s Day:
I’d be lost without him, too.
*This is my entry to the Gallery and the theme this week is ‘Mother Love’.