Grandparents

grandparents

Not long after our son first came to live with us, I was around at my parent’s house with him. After playing with all the standard toys for a while he rushed into the spare room. My mother laughed. “I know what he’s gone to get,” she said. As his giggles subsided, I heard it. The most evil of noises, the most horrible sound – a small, plastic toy lawn mower. Continue reading