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  • Writer's pictureJenny Wynter


My kids are sitting watching Franklin (one of the only kids’ ‘entertainment’ options – that’s me using the term loosely – that I actually don’t mind them checking out) and while they do so, I am sitting here watching them.

I love this – when they don’t know I’m looking at them and their attention is sufficiently satiated to save them worrying about going crazy for mine. They are cuddled up together in the chair, looking so cute, so sleepy and so innocent.

Why is it that sometimes it’s easier to FEEL the love for them when they’

re a) silent and/or b) only semi-conscious?

It makes me wonder if there wasn’t a deeper symbolism to one of my fave 80’s movies, Mannequin.

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