As I was about to smash yet another baby fly that was making its way in the bathroom, while counting the 8th moquito bite on his soft white skin, my son asked me to stop and instead let the fly go by opening the window. I nodded, and let the fly go. That was very sweet of him and I could not fight his look of surprise in front of his hunting mum.
We do not have a window in the bathroom, and the fly disappeared before I could proceed to hunt it again. So instead I went to give water to the last tomatoes growing on our balcony.
Here is my little Friday mood, a pinch of random mindfulness on a busy week. We'll talk again about the serious stuff in the next days.