Everything was stupid and papa was the stupidest of all: "I'm never going to hold your hand again!".
Instinctively I knew it was time for another cancer talk. Big Brother and Little Brother had the right to know that we didn't know. In the eyes of children parents are the ones who are supposed to know it all. And there I was, telling my boys that Kenji's illness is a mystery to everybody, doctors included. "In life, you don't know it all. People think they do, but anything can happen and everything changes." Zen for the boys in a nutshell. "For example, we don't know what kind of train we will be in tomorrow."
Came this morning, it turned out we weren't going by any train at all. The scheduled out of town play date was cancelled because of Little Brother's fever. Instead I offered to take Big Brother to the zoo. When we walked up to where I had parked the cargo bike, the spot was empty. Stolen.
Big Brother screamed with fear: "Now we cannot go anywhere ever again without our bike! There were thieves mama, real thieves!" I held him closely and swore internally. The only place we were going was home.
Later on I found the cargo bike left in a nearby alley, with a missing front wheel and cut through breaks. A "blessing" in disguise, now we only have to wait for the visit of a mechanic...