“Mommy, you don’t draw very well. Take my pink crayon and make it a little brighter,” said my threeand-a-half-year-old to me this morning. Usually the night before we sign off the magazine, most of our team gets very little sleep. It’s as if my eldest can smell I’m awake; even if I close the doors and sneak like a mouse, she wakes up. She then grabs her colouring book and shows me how it’s done. So at 05:00, she asks me seriously, “Mommy, can we do the other part of your work now?” When I asked what she means, she said, “To watch the stories. Come on Mommy, we can watch on the TV or the computer, or I know where the button is on mom’s phone.” Well, clearly my…
