It's the school holidays here, and at the cafe across the road from work, the owner has her son doing busy work at the cafe.
He is about ten, and the problem is that he is adorable - innocent, thin, tender, and soft. I've found myself unthinkingly going to the cafe daily for the last week just to watch him while pretending to read off my ipad.
I sit there thinking my violent sadistic thoughts, and the day he dropped a tray on himself and his eyes welled up with tears, I almost lost it. Hell, when he bends over I try not to drool!
God I hope they don't start finding me suspicious. Let this holiday end!