I guess I didn't think about the fact that the cream was red, that it ruined all her clothes and sheets. And most of all: that it would remain visible on her body when Saskia returned. That was a nice moment, I can tell you.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
When daddy takes care
A few months ago, Saskia had to go abroad for her work. I was proud that I could take care of the kids on my own, warning my colleagues that I might be a bit tired or less available for a few days. A couple of hours before Saskia left, Mone got the chicken pox. And since I didn't take care of Elmo when he had them (The Bibberblog: the "stippeltjesweek"), the experience was new to me. I thought I just needed to rub her in with some cream and all would go well.
I guess I didn't think about the fact that the cream was red, that it ruined all her clothes and sheets. And most of all: that it would remain visible on her body when Saskia returned. That was a nice moment, I can tell you.
I guess I didn't think about the fact that the cream was red, that it ruined all her clothes and sheets. And most of all: that it would remain visible on her body when Saskia returned. That was a nice moment, I can tell you.
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