Peeking Out

My boy is patient, considerate and loves to chat.

Lately he is playing second fiddle to everyone. He is second fiddle to his sister and her exams, he is second fiddle to his father and his back, and today he was second fiddle to his mother, her cold and her cocktail induced need to lie down a bit.

Yet still he is bright and cheery. He waits patiently for his turn. That is unless the door bell rings unexpectedly and a posse of girls await. That's when he slopes off and peeks out to make sure the coast is clear.

It seems his babe magnet qualities are developing at the same rate as his voice. More to come I'm sure. Patience girls, patience.