The mouths of babes …

I’ve been on-deadline with my thesis for a few weeks now and the latest draft is due this weekend. This means I cut a few corners to try to scrounge extra writing time. A lot of corners.

So here I am, no makeup, schlumpy clothes, unwashed hair scragged back into something resembling a braid and my sweet, soulful child exclaims: “Mama! You look just like Elsa!”

Elsa, his favourite character, the one whose songs he sings and actions he mimicks.

I have never really understood the phrase “love is blind” until today.

Thank you, little one.

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