Saturday, 24 January 2009

Father to Son

As I watched my OH cuddling his baby son, a warm glow grew inside me. To see them so happy and contented together, just 'being', just enjoying each other in that familiar, easy way.

My OH buried his face deep in the baby's hair and nuzzled him, only to turn and utter the sweet and meaningful words....

....'oohh he smells like a charity shop'.

A CHARITY SHOP! Not, I have to say, what I was expecting.

Men! More trouble than my balls.... well almost.

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