The Bean looks at a picture of the OA and me hugging each other. She walks up to it and pats it and then turns to me.
“Mamma, this is you and dada?”
“This is.. ” and she calls him by his surname. A habit she’s picked up from me, one I retain from the days I worked with him. Visitors find it most odd that I should refer to my husband by surname but it’s something that takes me right back to our courtship.
Yes baby, I reply.
“You like to cuddle dada?”
Her eyes widen and she makes a discovery – “He’s your heffalump?”
I had to put down the blouse that I was tacking a button on to, because I just couldn’t stop laughing. She’s right. He is my heffalump.
Why do I get the feeling that he won’t quite appreciate that description?!