The bedroom was so utterly toasty warm this morning I could hardly open my eyes. And when I finally did manage to crawl out of bed I wandered out of my room to wake Finley and found him gone.
Panic ensued. I imagined all kinds of toddler Houdini tricks to escape the baby gate. But saw no way through it. Or even over it.
And then a little voice came from under the bed.
Mummy are we having our muss (milk) now?
And there he was, snuggled up with a
So thank you Mr Plumber. Because of you I didn’t hear my son getting out of bed. Because of you my Mum will probably be calling social services as we speak.
But I was so scrumptiously cosy…