When we grow up, we get worse!
My little girl teaches me that everyday. She is so pure and simple.
I am so venal and broken.
She reminds me to put down my phone and switch off my computer because she wants to do a puppet show!
She says: 'Down with the phone, down with the phone Mummy! Look at my puppet!'
So I hide my phone behind my back...but I did not finish sending that WhatsApp message!
I watch the show for a while then I stealthily pick up the phone...
'I said, down with the phone!' She shouts as she runs up to me, with the puppet in hand. She made it from a paper bag and decorated it with pretty colours.
Mmmhhh...maybe this messages will have to wait...
Labels: Daughter, Phones, Prose, Technology