You remember that Christmas when they got ill? Mum says presently. The year they were about two and three? Remember? And got poo all over their Christmas stockings, and it was everywhere, and we said, It has to get easier than this?I remember.We were cleaning it all up and we kept saying to each other, When they get older, it'll get easier. Remember?I do. Dad looks fondly at her. Well bring back the poo. Mum begins to laugh, a bit hysterically. I would do anything for a bit of poo right now.I dream of poo, says Dad firmly, and Mum laughs even more, till she's wiping tears from her eyes.
by Sophie Kinsella
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The scene captures a nostalgic moment between a mother and father, reminiscing about a challenging yet humorous Christmas from years past when their young children fell ill. They recall the chaos of dealing with a messy situation involving their children's stockings, and how, despite the difficulty, they comforted each other with the thought that life would become easier as the kids grew up. The shared memory evokes fondness and laughter, highlighting the couple's bond and resilience in the face of parenting challenges.

In their laughter, there's a poignant reminder of the joy found in overcoming hardships together. The mother's hysterical laughter when reflecting on their chaotic past signifies how far they've come and the depth of their love for their children. The father's playful desire for 'a bit of poo' represents a longing for simpler times filled with laughter, demonstrating that even difficult moments can become cherished memories over time. This exchange captures the essence of family life, where humor often prevails amid challenges.

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