Dropping off little man at nursery for the afternoon and there’s a cute baby in a pram at the entrance (mum must have been dropping off her little one upstairs)..
I could hear the cleaner talking about the style of pram – and I couldn’t help but coo over this gorgeous little boy who grasped my finger tight and stared at me whilst I told him what a cutie he was 🙂
Cleaner, god bless her soul, asked me if it was my pram.
I replied, ‘no, but I wish it was’.
Painful. Very painful.