DS is 6 and so lovey right now, but fuck me he has no internal monologue.
I'm sitting reading and he's explaining every single things he's doing with his Lego.
Mummy, this is a blue piece. I'm going to put it here. In the police station. And the bad guys BLAHBLAHBLAH.
He is gorgeous. I love him beyond words. But DD and I were so fucking thrilled when he went out for an hour earlier. 