I thought at first that he was just about to fill his nappy, but no, it was a proper smile
Mr Bubble and I have talked about how strange and sad his first impressions of life must have been, lying in his plastic cot in a hospital room full of weeping MW's, doctors and his parents. Poor little thing, not exactly "the celebratory atmosphere" that the books suggest you get the champagne out for. And with sad parents around I've been worried he'll grow up with an innate "I'll get me coat" complex. Sorry if my (attempted) humour seems inappropriate but it gets me through some days.
After the grimness of Bo's cremation yesterday his smile has meant so much.