We have a car with sliding doors. I was just about to get Little M out when he hit the close button nearly decapitating me, okay a slight exaggeration there but I thought I’d milk it a little. I said to him that he shouldn’t have done it and that it was dangerous. I said my head could have been chopped off and what would he have done then?. Who would cook him dinner? He replied, “Big H or Big E. ” His brothers, ” Hmmm I thought this isn’t going well.” so I asked him, “Who would look after you?” Again he said his brothers would. Feeling dejected I said, “Okay then, so you wouldn’t miss me?” He flung himself out of the car seat, threw his arms around me, clung to me and said ” I love you mummy!” The things we have to do to get some recognition eh?

Actually Little M is very very loving really, all of the time. He adores his cuddles, a combination of being a little boy and being a cancerian I believe. Still, I suppose I should look on the positive side and think that he’ll never suffer from separation anxiety disorder. 🙂