Melt my heart - SOOC Smiley Saturday
I stomp downstairs with the last box of tatty old Christmas decorations. The whole house is strewn with pine needles, bits of fir cones and general sparkly detritus of moulting baubles. The children entertain themselves with popping bubble wrap amid much chortling. Layers of tissue paper later I have cause to be considerably miffed:-
“Look at that! It’s ruined.”
“Hmm looks like it’s melted.”
“Of course it’s melted. Look at it!”
“Must be been jolly hot in the attic this summer.”
“Now there’s an understatement. What are we going to do with it now?”
“What do you want to do with it?”
“!”
“I wonder what temperature it has to be to melt and fuse candles?”
“Frankly I couldn’t give a monkeys.” I blow my nose and take a breath in-between hacking coughs.
“Maybe you should have wrapped them up a bit more carefully last year?”
“!”
“I don’t get it? Do you want to buy new ones or something?”
“No…..not really………it’s just everything is so………tired looking.” I have a head full of fog and a chest full of mucus, “all I know is that I have a zillion things to do and I have no time to fiddle about with wonky candles!”
My son glances across from his fine motor, pincher grip occupation, which he appears to have thoroughly mastered, judging by the continuous popping sounds, “I am love.”
“Yes I can hear that you are very good at popping.”
“No.”
“No?”
“I am love dah wonky candles.” Sadly I do not share his enthusiasm. I assume that I am just pooped after hauling so many boxes down from the attic. I surge off with a hint of huff for a coffee break, with a flu remedy chaser and a pause in the proceedings. Barely has the first drip of espresso dropped when I am summoned, again, “Mom!”
“What is it now?”
“I am being fixing it. It is perfick.”
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