Wind Up
“Give us a smile,” says the one they call Aunty. I furrow my forehead into a frown.
“Go on, coochie coochie coo.” A bony finger strokes my chin but is unappreciative of my offering of breastmilk vomit.
“Almost, I think a smile is coming.” Any vestige of one quickly fades. “No? Probably just wind.”
“Who’s a gorgeous boy then?”
This time a wrinkled face looms, suddenly transformed to disgust as it gets downwind. “Oh dear, I think this little man needs changing,” she says, not volunteering. “Never mind, next time maybe.”
The door closes behind her.
I beam with delight.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleLove this, Susan. I can remember those days well. Emily used to give people a look as if to enquire if they were slightly demented. Her brother used his smile to wrap everyone round his little finger. You’ve captured the emotions of the baby’s audience extremely well. Nicely done.
Ha ha. I’m the Aunty with the bony finger now – well great Aunty to be precise
Well, this definitely made me smile! Wind, vomit, dirty diapers… how can we resist?
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Got me smiling, Susan. Welcome to the world, little newcomer. Lovely.
Worldly wise already though
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThis is so funny, Susan! The baby’s only form of defence… vomit and a soiled nappy! And the final victory… a smile, once Auntie has left the room! Loved it!
Thank you. Writing comedy is such fun!
The baby really knows how to get rid of overly friendly people! Ha,Ha!
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You have me smiling too, Susan. I can clearly imagine those days.
And wait, who’s that baby? Is he your grandson? So adorable and cute. I love to kiss him. I wish he will not vomit when I kiss him. hahahahaha
No, he does remind me of my meetings with my new great nephew but he is a freebie pic from Unsplash
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I think everybody can relate to this story, Susan. I like the twist of perspective and the humorous touch.
This is a sweet story. Susan. Babies move to the beat of their own drums, don’t they? And the last line was my favorite. He does it when no one is around, of course he would ? . Great work!
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