I know, I know, it's the festive season. Fine. Whatever. He's all excited.
Yesterday, there was a giant snowfall, and DS made a snowman in the front garden. He spent ages on it, and did a really great job.
But then, last night, after we all went to bed, I vaguely remember him clomping about in my room, putting my clothes and hat on his snowman, which he had brought inside. What sort of moron brings a sodding snowman into the house and then dresses it in my best hat?!?