And yet. Every now and then even this little shaker has to stop moving. When it all gets a bit too much, he grabs his blanket and his dummy, maybe a furry friend for company. He climbs onto the sofa, demands a video on Mama’s “puter” and there he stays, all done for the day (or at the very least until someone puts something interesting on the dining table).
It makes me smile, when I see him monging out and cosy like this. I stare at his little face and think: good for you, little boy.