Week 234- best friends, sticky hands and watermelons...

Thomas now tells me I’m his best friend about fifty times a day.

He holds my face tightly in his sticky hands and kind of half shouts it at me.

I don’t want him to grow up to be a weirdo who is actually best friends with his mum, but for now it’s the absolute business.

Until I realised I’m not alone.

Among his other best friends are:

His dad

Sister

My mum

The woman who lives downstairs

Nancy’s school teacher (who he hasn’t met)

A watermelon.

Not feeling quite so special now…