Saturday 12th November 2011
We spend a lot of time in our beds. Not just when we are sleeping but also to gather as a family at weekends or as a makeshift office where I can dump all the flotsam & jetsam that seems to gather in my school bag everyday.
It holds the same position for us as perhaps the kitchen table does for other families.
It’s a place of safety & a place to mull over the days events, in comfort.
Every other night I get the chance to read books to my son, Zephyrus. He reads on his own first & then either my wife or I read a few chapters of whatever he is reading at the time. It’s also a damn good excuse to snuggle up with Zeph for a while.
“Come on hurry up!” I said while he languished in the bath. “We’ve still got to have dinner & then there’s a surprise for bedtime.”
Some days he can sit in the bath for 5 seconds others, 5 hours.
“What is it then?” He asked grumpily. We had all had a very early morning & he did not want to be teased about something unworthy of his attention.
“Can’t tell you. You’ll have to wait but you’ll like it. Come on hurry up.” I said encouragingly.
After dinner I set his cup & saucer on a tray & carried it into his room.
“Let me finish this page.” He said glancing over at the tray.
I climbed into bed next to him & handed him the cup.
“So what’s the story?” He asked knowing that there had to be some tale of ‘when Dad was a little boy’ or ‘I used to make this…’.
“Well,” I started. “When I was a little boy…”
“Yeah, I know. You used to have raw jelly at your Nan’s.” He said rolling his eyes.
“Yeah but we also used to have Ovaltine too. It’s like a milk drink.” I informed him
“Is it hot?” He asked.
“No it should be alright now.” I told him.
He took a great gulp & nodded his head.
“Mmm it tastes like junket.” He pronounced licking his lips.
“Was it worth the wait?” I asked.
“Yeah.” Came the reply.