I keep my judgements to myself, mostly
a cat claw stuck in the baby’s sleeve
causes more tears
than her top teeth pushing through gums
those stubborn numbers
finally in sharp descent.
Clusters form from a reckless traveller
while we focus on enjoying bath time
and every playground we can walk to.
I turn the pram around so she faces
the world head on.
I must be feeling optimistic.
Not knowing about thresholds
the step into the sunroom becomes
a literal tipping point
each morning, firm pats on a patient cat
until the patience of the cat snaps too.