A few weeks after Frank turned three he asked me a troubling philosophical question.
Mummy, why are we always in this day, not the nuther day?
My mealy mouthed attempt to explain the concept of time in toddlerspeak, enrage…
A few weeks after Frank turned three he asked me a troubling philosophical question.
Mummy, why are we always in this day, not the nuther day?
My mealy mouthed attempt to explain the concept of time in toddlerspeak, enrage…