He dressed himself. I tried to persuade him to wear a white shirt, but he insisted on this one. He told me, dead serious, “I am hot sauce today, Mummy.” I thought I had misheard him so I asked, “What?” He looked at me and said, “Hot sauce.“
Okay. Also, I love the tongue. And the bedhead. And the tired eyes. Because while he will NOT nap and wants to stay up until 8, every morning I have to wake him from a dead sleep to teenager-ish protests that he is so tired and wants to staaaaaaay in bed! Yes, buddy, I know the feeling.