Waiting Room Shenanigans

The tiny blonde one

goes straight to the toy bin.

His brown-haired brother

has brought a Matchbox car from home

and says, 'Vroom vroom vroom'

as he rolls it across the table.

Then the little one comes to me.

He holds his arm up to my face

to show me the red stamp

on the back of his wrist.

His brother presents an arm too.

His stamp is grey. My cry of delight

is not so loud as I gave the younger.

So then he swirls the other wrist

revealing a coloured sticker, so bright

and sudden that I shout — and now he's glad.