We were up until 3 the night before last, with an Oscar who was refusing to sleep. He was being infuriating, but also unbearably cute.
Some time after 2am, he sat up and said:
“I’m not feeling very well. I need some Calpol, some Piriton and some Neurofen”.
He’s 2 years and 4 months old in a few days. This is madness.
Oh, and we honestly don’t give him any of those things excessively!
I love Oscar
he’s awesome.
He did make me want to cry this morning. As I was about to go out the door to work:
“Stop! Don’t go to work, Daddy!”
heart bleeds