But sadly for his dad, there’s only one person he wants to tell
‘I want to talk to Mummy,’ my son bawled, as I picked him up from nursery.
‘What’s the matter, pet?’ I replied, but he insisted this info was for her and her alone. My son experiences a range of emotions at pickup time. First, the ecstasy of seeing me arrive to the door, his arms outstretched as he sprints into my arms. This, I say in full awareness it might make some of you gag with schmaltz, is the highlight of my day, a sincere little ginger love bomb that never gets old.