Dear better half,
My adulation for kiddos, their toys, books and other stuff is not new to you. You know how I can spend hours together in the kids’ section of stores, just drooling over things there: admiring and longing for the things I didn’t have in my childhood, and gazing in fond memory at those toys and books I did have. There’s something magical about the kids’ section for me – and I am drawn to it. I have always felt like that, and I still do. I proved that again yesterday by refusing to come out of the kids’ corner till the store threatened to close down. If, in future, you find me grabbing our kids’ toys and refusing to part with them, do remind me that I am the mother and not a wide-eyed child, will ya?
That part of your wife which hasn’t grown up yet