Finding trails of water from the bathroom to bedroom, with an almost full watering can at the end of the trail, beckoning for shoes to be put on and gardens to be played in (this morning's example);
Being woken up at 3am, Daddy comes to the rescue, only to find out that a new toy fish (bought only that morning) has just fallen into the dark black hole (AKA the side of the bed), and son is absolutely beside himself with grief and worry;
Hearing the words "Mummy, where's my bubbles? You have to dip dip, get a big breast and blow" - Jude, aged 3 years, 1 month + 12 days;
Requesting that he holds your flowers while taking a photo of them and him... Result: a cheeky smirk and a pink tongue. Can't take a camera seriously. Just like his mother.
Just a few reasons why I adore having our little boy around.
