assorted chalk

yesterday the weather had his way with us and i lost my nimbleness in the drizzle for a while and stood on the train flabbergasted from all the fumbling. ethan and i fell asleep in the car in the rain and i dreamt that same tooth nightmare again. he rubbed his eyes and crumpled his face when i pretended to lie on his tummy. when he wept (he was missing mummy terribly) his shaking cries reminded me he was still a tiny little fellow. it is very easy for me to forget he is only going on four and still needs all the protection i can give. after all he is the one who tells me not to give up and he is also the one who corrects me when i say "look, the octopus has how many hands?" he doesnt buy expensive toys anymore because he says

"we are saving money to go to laan-dun to see you, right yiyi? " so yes the octopus has eight tentacles and i will take you to see the london bridge and sit in the real flyer and we will jump and shake to our favourite music.