It's one of those mornings when a hurried mamma is rushing down to get K into her school van- K's bag in one hand and S perched on the hip. P is watching the scene from the balcony. K's van arrives, door opens and one of her van mates reaches out a hand for her and helps her into the van. I say thanks to the kid and admire his presence of mind to help this hands full mamma.
Van takes off with the kids, I get back home upstairs. P remarks "Who is that guy? Gives his hand out like a hero to K!". Did I see jealousy in someone's eyes? Possessiveness? Or just the father bird's protective instinct? I bet a little bit of all!
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