Back home this morning, after the school rush, back home in the quiet house I looked at the one little grub that was left. And he was. Grubby.
He's been coughing and sniffling, and I hadn't had the heart to bathe him in the bathroom that is also known as 'outer siberia'. But it had to be done.
And then I had a thought. I remembered this. It's where he was bathed up until a few months back when he and The Little One discovered what splashy fun could be had in a big bath together.
So, in the warm kitchen, he sat, quietly, and played and sang as the snow fell outside the window and slowly filled all the world with white.