And how. So the young 'un aged 4, was sitting around doing what he usually does - making a lot of noise on a keyboard we had bought him in a fit of utter foolishness. Me, well I was doing what I do best - feeling guilty - for not being in the same room/breathing space as him encouraging him to make music a la Stevie Wonder or some such good parenting thing.
After flitting from room to room, starting tasks, not finishing them, getting on the resident couch potato otherwise known as husband's nerves and giving even my two cats the jitters, I decided to ditch all this giving my kid some space business and went and plonked myself beside him.
Saw that he was trying out some nursery rhyme tunes. Started singing along. Quite loudly. All this interspersed with "whats up darling", "very good my kanna" and much pinching of cheeks and kisses on foreheads. After enduring all of this for a good 10 minutes, the young man turns to me and says in a patient, old wisdom voice ...
"Amma, can you please please keep qrrrieet?"
Goes back to making noise without a backward glance at the pile of ashes trying to do an imitation of me sitting right beside him.
Ah the shame, the shame! And where are those feet when you need them to speed you out of any given place?