To Laugh or Cry...

Ok, really I am meant to be working on an assignment.
I'll get back to it...I promise!
But first,
A funny (?) story...

The other day I was having a little cry to Ronnie
(I have been doing that a bit lately)
I was telling him how hard I am finding the idea that we may never have children difficult to accept.
I told him that it breaks my heart to consider that we might not have that opportunity.
I was telling him that I feel sad
I told him that it just doesn't feel right for us not to have children.

So imagine me sitting on the lounge, a few tears and a sniffle or two
And lots of feeling sorry for myself.
Then...I see this silhouette at my front door.
It is in the shape of a tiny little person.
A person about 18 months old.
Did you have the same thought as me?
The bloody stork must have gotten lost!!
It's taken the silly thing so long to get here!

I open the door and there is a naked little boy on my front veranda.
Oh, the humour....
I am pouring out my heart about wanting children and a naked one arrives on my doorstep.

But alas, I had to give the escapee back.
Apparently, instead of having his bath.
He decided to tour the neighborhood.