Little A was refusing to nap but, having been awake and on the go for the past 5 hours, he was getting pretty grouchy so I sat myself down on the sofa, put him on my knee and chose a boardbook to read together. It was 'That's not my puppy' from the 'That's not my...' series (I highly recommend these touchy feely books, they're so cute!). Miraculously, as soon as I started reading, Little A's grumpy wee face lit up and he reached out eagerly to stroke the puppy's fur on the front cover. We were halfway through when I realised that I couldn't turn the next page. The cardboard pages seemed to be firmly stuck together. Being very careful not to damage the book I slowly managed to peel the pages apart and opened the book at one of Little A's favourite puppies : the puppy whose 'ears are too shaggy' . But lo and behold one of that puppy's poor shaggy ears was covered in...what...is it really? I gave it a good sniff. Yes. Yes, it was.
What a glamerous life I lead.
*photo was when he was 4 months old.