I let the wee man loose on my work computer this morning.
My thinking is that it will keep him occupied with an educational hint while I run around getting ready, trying to calm the early storm.
I’m brushing my teeth when I hear him.
‘Daddy, come and see what I’ve made on the computer’.
I walk in. There it is on the white screen, the three numbers flickering at me.
My son is staring, his innocent, angelic face waiting for my approval.