I love my 3 yo DS more than my life, I really do, I find his scraping plastic toys on glass shelves 'because listen to the lovely squeaking noise Mummy' endearing and clever, let me dare to say the sign of a prodigy.
I'm constantly delighted by his attmepts to pick up our 3 month old kitten by the tail and 'put her in the Numberjacks lift Mummy'
I live for the constant retellings of the same Waybaloo story to him again and again while he asks me intelligent questions on the structure and meaning of the narrative 'why is Lau Lau Mummy?' 'Why does Nok tok like the leaf Mummy'
But really more than anything in the world today, I want it to be 7.30 and for him to be safely, securely and peacefully tucked up in bed.