The Best Remedy

Practicing Resurrection

“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As longs as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.”

Anne Frank

Born on June 12th, 1929, Anne Frank would have celebrated her 86th birthday on Friday. She was 15 years old when she died in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp.

View original post

Advertisements

Warning – contains graphic conversation with a three year old

20150609-194900.jpg
Adorable as only a nearly three year old can be. But it took a while to achieve. We had a morning at toddler group and frantic loops round the garden on his scooter. Baked potato for lunch and three episodes of Larva in Netflix: then time to nap.
He goes to bed like an angel. But then pipes up:
“Granny, are your eyes open?” I like a nap too.
“Granny, can we mow the lawn with grandad after this?” We have a motor mower. Endless fun for boys.
“No talking William. Sleep time. ”
“Granny, will you read me one story?”
“One”
He wisely chose a board book.
“Enough now. No more talking.”

Short pause.

“Is it ok if I sneeze?”
“Is it ok to yawn?”
“Is it ok to cough?”
“Can you take my socks off?”
“I’d like another drink.”
“You can come and lie on my pillow if you like.” Nothing if not courteous.

Patiently and briefly i answer these questions. I get him a drink and then notice his nose is … mmm …blocked. I get a tissue but his finger got there first.
“Granny, sometimes I eat my bogeys.”