Friday evening

It is Friday evening, and we know it. I am hungry and tired, and I won't let mama get away for more than half a meter. Better, I hold on to her, her leg, or be lifted up in her arms. Ces, mama says, I have to cook, or else we stay hungry! I can't cook with you around my legs.

Then mama drags my table into the kitchen and I can clay in the kitchen, while mama cooks in my eye sight.

I am very happy now, and concentrated on the clay. My tongue comes out!