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"Do you kiss X?" he asks a little shyly, warm and sweet-selling from the bath, just him and me at bedtime.

"I like X" he says.

"Will you marry X?" and i have to laugh, and bury his questions in the towel, distract him with kisses and a story. He has no concept that i am married (still, but only just) to his father.

I was also reminded that his elder brother had remembered something about someone, earlier that day. Nothing particularly consequential but a ghost of a recent relationship of mine was publicly aired. When children are involved, the little particulars of a courtship are peculiarly (and occasionally painfully) exposed, which is perhaps why i am being so taciturn on these pages.

Have i mentioned Brownies recently? The bestest brownie recipe ever. Perhaps.