We found him face down wearing a yellow outdoor coat and a pair of bright yellow wellington boots.
"Is he OK, do you think?" Ruth asked me. "I can't hear him breathing."
I listened too, but could hear nothing. I decided to be honest. "How should I know?"
"Should we waken him to check?" she suggested. I snorted a response: "Rather you than me."
Ten minutes later, Ruth did waken him, even tried lifting him from his cot. By now he was screaming, refusing to allow the coat and boots to come off. Yellow was staying.
Two-year-olds know their mind.
"Is he OK, do you think?" Ruth asked me. "I can't hear him breathing."
I listened too, but could hear nothing. I decided to be honest. "How should I know?"
"Should we waken him to check?" she suggested. I snorted a response: "Rather you than me."
Ten minutes later, Ruth did waken him, even tried lifting him from his cot. By now he was screaming, refusing to allow the coat and boots to come off. Yellow was staying.
Two-year-olds know their mind.
