Big fat hands

It's 45 degrees and i tell you all to go play in your room where the air con is on

You keep hassling me about various things

You want to paint your nails. You want to paint my nails

I finally relent and we lay on your bedroom floor, and while i'm painting your little nails - i think to myself that your hands are one of the few things left of you that have those remnants of baby in them.

Chubby lil hands. You were a chubby little baby and sometimes i struggle to find her in the long limbs and big attitude you've developed as a 6 year old. 

You saw me put the picture on my screen and said 'Yuk, big fat hands!'

I gasp and tell you those are the hands of my baby. 

The way i remember her.

You laugh and look at your hands again with a little smile.

I know someday soon - i'll be missing the little girl you are now. So despite the heat - i hug you anyway. Hehe...