The Youngest Mr. Walker was quite a feisty child with a huge imagination. And sometimes, his temper would flare up and he would explode with annoyance at me and the world in general. “That’s it, I have had enough! I am out of here!”, my five year old would exclaim and stomp of to his room to return with his backpack packed with his favorite cuddly soft toy and pj’s.
He would glare at me with red cheeks, scowling dark eyes…also expectantly.
I would then look at him, most sorrowful and I would say: ” But my little Bumble Bee..whatever would I be without you?” He would contemplate this for a few seconds and then he would sigh: “OK, if that is the case…I will stay.” I would laugh with relieved delight, he would climb on my lap and the world was perfect again.
Love and Liefs, Johanna