Tucked Youngest in last night. After a jolly game with his Cars. Brrrmmm. Brrrmmm. Don't quite get the Rules. But play with Great Gusto.
We snuggled up together under his cosy duvet.
There was a silence.
'Mummy?' said Youngest. 'Is tomorrow a Stain Day?'
'A Stain Day?' I asked, a little puzzled.
'A Stain Day?' I repeated.
He looked at me, world weary.
'Mum -mee... you know, Stain Day. The day when Daddy Stays.'
Lights finally switch on in head.
I hug him close.
'Yup, tomorrow is Stain Day.'
'Oh, good,' he said. 'Yeh!' and punched the air, as he does.
I love my Boy.