We were sitting in the market square, waiting, talking about the things around us — he was sitting on my knee.
“I like clouds, Daddy,” he said.
“What’s your favourite thing about clouds?” I said.
“They’re fluffy. And I like shops.”
“And why do you like shops?”
“Because they sell food and things. And I like Daddy.”
“Oh? And why do you like Daddy?”
“Because he reads bedtime stories that stay in my heart.”
I tell you this: if I manage nothing else in my life, that’ll do.
Simon Sylvester 