"Let's Go Quickly, Just Stop For My Cocoa On The Way..." "Are You A Child?" I Hear My Eldest Son's Question

"Let's go quickly, just stop for my cocoa on the way..." "Are you a child?" I hear my eldest son's question and look at him in surprise. "It's just that only children drink cocoa," he begins to explain, and I smile back. As we walk for those ten minutes, I think about when I am a child....

When I buy cocoa instead of strong coffee to keep me warm...

When I buy "Kinder chocolate"...

When I take the children's toys away from their chocolate eggs...

When I lose the power of speech because of someone's rudeness and then leave quickly, wiping away tears, so they don't notice...

When I stubbornly defend my point of view, not always listening to arguments...

When I don't want to think about the consequences... "Let it go somehow..."

When I don't wear a beanie, when I take offence, when I eat sweets instead of lunch, when I pick up a kitten on the street (not knowing where I'm going to sleep next week)...

Yes, I'm a child. Sometimes and fleetingly... But then I take a deep breath, put on a strict black jacket and become an adult again.