By Rose City Writers
Today is my brother’s wedding. The children are ready: Tim, wearing a tuxedo and Jemima a mini-wedding outfit. James, who is driving a wedding car, left earlier. I pick up the keys and hurry to the children. I hear voices in the kitchen. There are the children with a jar of honey. Little hands, faces and clothes covered in the sticky liquid.
“Nice, mummy,” said Jemima.
“Yummy,” said Tim.
“Ahhhh,” said mummy.
Off with the clothes. Into the bath. On with clean clothes. Into the car. Away.
Made it with seconds to spare.
“Aren’t they sweet!” beamed James.
