I get him ready.
Saturday morning and it is swimming day.
Daddy and son time.
We stand in the bathroom – his dressing room, finally graduating from the lounge now that he is a ‘bigger boy’ – and I pull the shirt over his head while he looks deep into my eyes
Just a little.
Pure and simple.
He cradles my face in his hands, oh so gently, and looks at me a little longer.
‘Yes, my beautiful?’
‘Why are you so wrinkly? Is it because you are 40 now?’
Get your arse to to the pool.