Saturday, 21 August 2010


Dear Benjamin,

I promise I will feed you every day. Every meal, and in between, if you'd like. Sometimes it takes me a minute to prepare your food, because you really don't like it fridge-cold. Your high-pitch screech that could break glass does not make the food come any faster. (Okay, maybe it does prevent any dawdling or distraction on my part, but let's work together here. I get the food, you converse in something of a lower decibel.)