Give her a helmet, shield and lances

When I see a mother reading a book while her toddler quietly draws pictures across the table, I think that maybe one day I will have a child after all. But then it is never clear which person I am identifying with; perhaps what I really want is to draw pictures across the table from my mother.

Molly Young, no Magic Molly

(E este outro post impressionou-me por ser totalmente do meu universo.)