After yesterday describing his two-year-old sister as "sexy" - a development which certainly risks impacting on my sleeping patterns - this morning Jamie came to wake me up at precisely 0305.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Jamie?"
"I'm bored sleeping. I can't sleep when I get bored."
He remained bored until 0647 when I finally allowed him to get up. Excellent.
But, I mean, you can't get bitter about these things and, as I type, he and Charlotte are having some Star Wars therapy.
That said, I must resist my current overwhelming urge to use the Force on his little helmet.
Have a good Saturday.
