Golden Boy
In mothering my two small boys, I've found that quiet moments are rare. My boys are usually wielding swords or scaling our bookshelves and, even when playing wonderfully with each other, usually a hair's width away from injury or insult. So I tend to keep a close eye on them, and multi-tasking, more often than not, simply means failing at two or more tasks at once: a pot of curry burning while an argument rages about who is Captain Hook; a beloved toy destroyed during tug-of-war while I press...
