Monday, September 19, 2011


So a few weeks back, it was a hell of morning, wakeup come way too early. Harlow came thudding into the room and jumped onto the bed, or namely me, her hand just uncanny in its way of finding my boob that had just been in service to the munchkin to our right. She pinched my nipple. I wanted to grab the pillow and bite it and hide underneath it.

Tuh, she said.

What? I muttered

Tuh, she repeated. Ah.

Tuh. Ah.

I looked to where she was looking.

Tuh - Ah - G.

She was staring at Declan's onesie. The one that read TAG.

She was reading.

And just like that, it was a beautiful morning.