Fainjin and I were heading home from his tap lesson this afternoon. He was rocketing along on his scooter, and no sooner had the words “Please can you slow down a bit?” left my lips than there was a wobble and a crash.
“Ooops! Are you ok?” I asked.
He brushed himself off, examining his hands and knees without too much concern – no blood. “Yeah! I’m fine!” he assured me, still dusting himself off.
“It wasn’t a crash, Mum, I was doing a trick!”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why my hair is getting greyer every day…
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