The sun was beaming onto the verandah. I love the verandah.
The fantails were dancing around the bushes. My Vitamin D levels were rising as I took in the warmth of the winter sun.
My little 2 and a half year old cherub Sian, angelic in looks, less so in nature, ambled over to me.
"Look Mum, it's a Siany Narny lemon" as she shoves a tiny little cute lemon into my face.
Away she potters.
Then she comes back.
"Look, it's a Mummy lemon" she squeaks innoncently as she shoves a HUGE, half mouldy, pock marked lemon in my face.
"Nice one" I retort, trying to hide the bitterness in my voice.
Again, she totters away.
Again, she makes her way back.
Holding in front of my sunny face, a beautiful, pristine, perfect in size, unblemished lemon.
"And a Daddy one" she smiles.
I fake a smile back.
Fucken Daddy my arse, why's Mummy the deformed stuffed up rotten lemon with size issues???
Why's Daddy so bloody perfect aye??
I want to be the pretty lemon - ***** cries *******