“I need a wee, mummy.”
“Right, off you go then.”
“Okay mummy, here I go. All by MYSELF. You stay there – you can have a little rest”.
Off he trots, pausing a second to poke his head round the edge of the door,
“Just shout if you need anything”, he says breezily, before disappearing again.
I stay put with a laugh, listening out for his feet on the stairs, closing my eyes to make the most of the two minutes precious quiet, until I hear calling from upstairs and go and investigate.
“You alright, fella?” I call up.
“Just checking you don’t need anything yet, mummy”.
“I’m fine, poppet”, I call back, smiling, “I don’t need a thing”.
Just you, little guy. Definitely just you.