Playtime
I’m one hour into my day of studying and Pumpkinhead just came into my office with his Spiderman backpack in tow and a big, sneaky grin on his face.
“What’s up, sweetie?”
“Oh, I’ve packed my swim toys, Mummy. I’m going to put my bag by the door just in case we go to the pool today.”
Where do they learn the art of manipulation-by-cuteness?








