Two days before my son turned a year old I was sitting in a hotel room. My boyfriend was rehearsing for a concert somewhere nearby and the baby was with his grandmother. I drunkenly ordered room service and ate it in bed, cross-legged, in a robe. I took a little nap. I was free to do these things. It’s funny for us to imagine our child as a tiny dictator, gesturing towards things that he wants and turning his head sharply if offered something that doesn’t bring him pleasure. “Does it pleaseth the king?” We ask. Ha ha ha.
‘The Very Hungry Caterpillar silicone mould that I bought stayed in its tote bag cocoon.’ 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 HB king