Pish is approximately 14yrs old and was born in Key West.
We adopted him early September during our first holiday with No 1 who was 6 months at the time and the cutest, most droolingest child in the world (it was like carrying an open tap in a pushchair...). Incidentally, during the two weeks we were away he only ate apricot and peas puree. Only. You can image the by-product of his diet. Horrible.
But let's get back to Pish.
Pish has spent its life hanging over the changing tables of all the boys in succession. Seamlessly passing from No 1 to No 2 to No 3. He's been looking after No 3 the longest though... swaing gently from the ceiling... chilling out... having a Bud... Moving from house to house... always settling into his job without ever falling off the ceiling..
Till last Sunday night. When he got unceremoniously retired/sacked from his job and dumped on the floor of my bedroom by No 3 when I was having a lovely glass of chilled white wine and reading in the bath (... ahem...)
Because - apparently - he doesn't "need it anymore".
No more Pish?
I think Pish has good reason to take No 3 for constructive dismissal, and we'll discuss that later. The main reason is that, OBVIOUSLY, No 3 has forgotten he IS and forever WILL BE my baby.
The little one.
How could he forget that???
Dude? That was the deal.
Was that so much to ask?
Look at that... who wouldn't want that in their room?
The same boy who told his mum that he's too old for hand holding, that's who.
Yup, no more Pish and no more hand holding.
Sometime life punches you in the face.