Bless his little heart. He was knackered when we returned home with him last night and finally got him up to bed in his new, properly fitting sleep sack. Then here comes "mean" Mommy at half-six in the morning to pluck him from his cosy cot only to cram him into clothes and whisk him off outside to make the journey to spend the day with his Nanna and Grandad.
All so Mommy can bring home some bacon.
And this is the "Good Morning" I get. Serves me right!
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