I am busy reading a book, lying next to Bubboo on the bed. I am happy that she is keeping herself entertained.
Suddenly, a little fist appears on the page that I am reading, threatening to grab the book.
I hold the fist, make a few cooing sounds to Bubboo, and continue reading.
There are little whimpering sounds then, which I know will turn into full-blown sobbing if I don’t do anything about them. Soon.
I get up immediately, closing the book. I remember I have to place a bookmark in it, quickly, or else I will have to lose a precious few minutes going through what I have already read the next time I pick up the book.
Bubboo’s new melon teether comes in handy.