The boy picks up a small piece of paper and a pen. He asks me how to spell “sorry”, which he then proceeds to scrawl in his inimitable style. Then…i must not look while he does this…he adds a graphic, which looks significantly like a boot, and the word “bots” (sic).
After which he passes the whole to me and comes in close for a hug.
His crime? Er. Tipping large gobbets of chicken and mushroom pot noodle over my best and favouritest boots.
I think i was cross. Especially as the stuff, once dried, hardens to a consistency that could easily be used in motorway bridge construction.
He is, of course, forgiven, and i shall apply myself with brush and boot polish later today.