The most beautiful kids in the world

Today is Charlotte's birthday fiesta and I am madly cleaning.  I am now up to the part where my trusty Dyson takes on my repeated attempts to choke it.  Both my kids are scared of the vacuum cleaner.  Being five, and almost completely logical, Charlotte hides her fear behind bravado and the only evidence of her fright is the way she skitters past me when she has to go to the bathroom.  James is not at all concerned about coming off as a grown-up and the tears start as soon as he sights the vacuum.  He is torn down the middle - nothing offers more comfort than Mama...who is the one currently wielding this instrument of infant and pet torture.

I ask Charlotte to comfort him while I vacuum like mad and this is what I come out to find when I’m done…

Madam has filled a Powerade bottle with water for him to drink, lifted him onto the couch and tucked him under a blanket with her.  Then she read him a Scooby Doo story.  I am, without doubt, the luckiest mother in the world.