Originally posted on Feb 8, 2001. (TK would have been aged 3)

I took TK to the library last week, and as we walked through the carpark under the library to the lift, TK wouldn’t hold my hand, and kept running on ahead.

I was trying to explain to him if he doesn’t hold my hand he could get hit by a car.

“No Mumma – I’m being careful!”
“TK, you are impossible!” TK stops in his tracks and turns around.
“Oh yes Mumma, I love to be impossible.”