Maia came into my bed this morning, after waking up at 5.40am. She stumbled through, face and eyes puffed with sleep, and snuggled down, stealing my pillow and warm spot. She cracked open an eye and looked at me accusingly.
'Mummy, can you turn the light out please?'
'Sweet-pea, that is the sun, not a light. Close your eyes and it will be dark.'
'But can you turn it out please?'
'Close your eyes, baby, then it will be dark'
She closed her eyes for a bit. Then opened them again.
'Why can't you turn it out?'
Was now the time to discuss the limits of human endeavour and achievement? To talk about the sheer magnitude of the universe and our tiny part in it?
Nope, now was the time to make a tent with the duvet and make it dark for her. I may not be omnipotent, but she doesn't have to know that yet.
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