“Mumma, tum here and look!”
I followed Alpha to the family room. In front of the lounge lay Zulu, spread-eagled on the floor. A quick automatic check showed he was breathing, so I started walking over, kicking a pile of duplo on the way.
“Shhh, mummy! Zulu is feeping. Be vewwy quiet. Aww, so toot!”
After reprimanding me, Alpha put on a big show of tiptoeing silently over to his slumbering brother. I silently congratulated myself for raising such a sensitive boy – clearly he’ll be a fabulous father one day.
He crouched down in front of Alpha and leaned in as if to gently kiss his face. My heart melted. It was such a peaceful, beautiful moment.
Then I noticed the dinosaur in his hand.
The world seemed to go into slow-motion as I leapt towards my older son – but I was too late.
The T-Rex was stealthily positioned directly in front of Zulu’s face.
Then – “RRROOOOOAAAAWWRRRR!”