Earlier this afternoon I was standing by the bed having an earnest discussion with dh. I'd just got out of the shower and hadn't finished getting dressed. I was expounding gravely on the topic when dh collapsed laughing...
... 11 month old ds had been crawling around on the bed, spotted his favourite thing in all the world, crawled over, pulled himself up on the iron bedstead and latched himself on without me registering or noticing.
He was standing there suckling away like a little lamb, gazing up at me while I lectured his daddy.