Sofa Watching

It's the details that form the fabric of a family. Small understandings that are shared, and seem strange to others looking in. Habits and traditions that weave themselves eventually into family lore and ritual. Sweet-Pea for example has a bed-time routine where blowy kisses arrive from people she loves. It can take forever, as she carefully stores the kisses under her pillow, to use during the night. It's when the kisses arrive from other people's long-dead pets that I begin to get suspicious.
And then there is the sofa; roomy, purple and large enough for all the family to squash onto. However, there is one end that we all love. We jostle and scheme for this corner, inventing reasons for it's occupant to fetch crisps or drinks so that we can steal their place. Even Poop the lab joins in, pushing with her nose until we're clinging to the edge. Roo also likes to sit there. He stands directly in front of it, pinning the sitter's knees up and blocking any view of the television. The children complain that it's not in the 'rules' and 'it's not fair'. He hasn't yet sat on the person who's already sitting there. But I'm waiting, and wondering if in 'mother' fashion, I can turn it into another family tale.