It was one of those moments when the house was ominously quiet.
Dinner had been consumed, yoghurts and fruit smeared over the kitchen counter, and everything tidied away. I was sitting on the sofa with my daughter when I realised I couldn’t hear my youngest. I searched the house and found him in the kitchen…standing on a step-stool, with an open cutlery drawer and a spoon in his hand.
And Daddy’s dinner rapidly disappearing into his tummy.
I did laugh as I smushed Daddy’s dinner back into shape and filled in the gaps.