There are times when motherhood doesn't impress me overly much. Times like this evening, when I get back from work to ind Yuri and Tommy waiting in reception (just like I'd asked), with Tommy projectile vomiting all over the floor.
I can forgive the poor boy for being sick. That's not nice. What gets me is the moment he'd had his sick-covered jacket removed, he climbed up on one of the chairs and started grinning like the cheshire cat. Obviously the whole episode was quite amusing for some.