Keeping you alive

It's a busy (and noisy) morning in our house, Pickle wants to tell me something.  The radio is on, the kettle is boiling and the dishwasher is being unloaded.  I can't hear him for all the noise.

I reach over to turn off the radio, saying "Just a sec, I'm not good with radios and children".  Pickle says "Yes, you are Mummy, you are good with children.  You're good at looking after us and cuddling us and keeping us alive".

A good observation sweetheart.  If only you know how hard I'm trying.