My Spooky Son

by Siobhan

I was looking for a book in Thins. The entrance to the shop was a long corridor fanning out at the end, not unlike the shape of a big wine glass. As my 3 year old son went one way on his postman pat scooter and I went the other, I mused to myself, aloud, that I didn’t even know where to start looking for the book called Edinburgh for the Under 5s. Kyle said it’s over here Mummy; I instinctively made my way over to him and he pointed to a shelf. There was the very book which had been recommended by my friend on the phone. I said, "how on earth..." to which he responded with a knowing smile.


Siobhan just made her English teacher proud. ("Thins" is a bookstore. This story is true.)