We got a freebie pack of baby wipes with our Tesco baby & toddler pack yesterday and on the front of they had a baby, bum in the air, completely starkers except for a little knitted hat.
"He must be chilly!" Says DH, walking up behind me at the kitchen table. Gently he lays one of the discount flyers over the top of the baby wipes so only the baby's head can be seen. "There! That's better, he's got a blankie now."
Well, I tell you, I spent the whole of yesterday unable to move that packet of wipes without putting the flyer back over the top of it because my daft husband had gone and made me feel guilty about this damn baby getting chilly without his blankie. When he got home and asked why the stuff was still all over the table I had to confess and put up with im laughing at me for about 5 minutes.
"It's all your fault," I grumped, "You know I always fall for your sob stories."
Came into the kitchen this morning and found he'd done this...
My husband is utterly ridiculous, but oh-so-cute.