People, I am literally being stalked being the children. At present, Oliver is hanging from my back, as I sit on a stool typing. He is asking if he can actually get even closer by sitting on my lap. I have said no repeatedly but to no avail. Now his hand is in the waistband of my shorts.Earlier today, I took Jack to a Lego birthday party. I assumed that 20,000 Legos would be a much greater draw than me, but alas no. We were attached at the hip, in a one-sided kinda way, for two hours, breaking only for fruit salad and cake from the ravenous 5 yr old boy.
It is as if I have regrown two umbilical cords and the children have fixed themselves to me. It's a little intense folks.