This morning to Newcastle College
for a progress meeting to see what Thunderthighs might do next year.
Coming home on the metro there was a
screaming toddler in a pushchair.
Thunderthighs
has a low level of tolerance to such things, ironic since he was such a
screamer:
which I told him.
I also told
him that the mother was probably even more upset than him and was doing her
best.
Mother's
sayings live on in her grandson,
my work here is done ...
(to The Niece: share this with your
mother if you can)
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