Broody husband

We went for a walk on the common yesterday afternoon. As did every single family in the area. Trying, as we were, to have a Discussion about our New Year resolutions, I was mainly viewing the thickets of children as things to remember not to swear in front of. But H was looking increasingly wistful, as one small adorable person after another trotted past, giggling or yelling or throwing themselves gleefully into their daddy’s arms for a go at playing aeroplanes. I asked him, jokingly, if he was feeling broody.

Stupid question, really.

Oh, the guilt.


2 responses to “Broody husband

  • Watson

    I’m sure he knew you said it jokingly, right? (She says hopefully…)

  • May

    He assures me he thought I was being serious. What with the ‘And What Shall We Do With Our Lives’ discussion we were having.

    You should see him with little kids. It’s the sweetest thing.

    I think I might bawl.

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