3

I'm not sure about the Tooth Fairy's comings and goings. But, Mister bought me a get well pressie, and so did my twin. I'm also not sure what I've done in life to deserve two fine men. Women get one decent man if they're lucky, I've got two, no, three, including my dad, another fine man. So let me do my Maths, common factor among these three men is not age, not even sexual orientation, not style and looks, although all three have this penchant for performing arts. But the common denominator is kindness, such a precious thing so hard to come about these days. And then I find it in 3? Is it all to do with threesomes? The world has come to term with such a lot of threesomes, you can even find them in things easily accessed by little people, somethings as innocent as milk. Milk... whole milk, semi-skimmed, skimmed. And then of course the inevitable, straight, bi, gay. It's all down to the power of three. And yet somehow I don't like the number much. It's an odd one. But can I say no to the kindness, to the happy gift-giving, to the lovely feeling of being loved? I don't think so either.