This little captured moment happened on Tuesday morning this week.
The boys were all ready for nursery and were finishing their breakfast. We were enjoying a rare moment of peace as they ate.
I sat down with my cuppa and watched them for a little while.
Each totally engrossed in what they were doing. Eating their waffles, silently contemplating whatever it is a two year old contemplates, first thing in the morning.
And as I watched them, I suddenly realised that Bertie was jealously guarding a peg that he’d stolen a little earlier on — and had a sock on one hand.
A sock and a peg.
My sweet little boy. At what age would you suddenly become too self conscious to wear a sock on your hand at the breakfast table? Or discard the peg that you once carried around like a magic talisman?
This kind of innocence and charm is lost at some point in life. I’m not sure when. Maybe when you reach school age. A captured moment like this is to be treasured.