I have just been served noodles and birthday cake by the Boy. On the bathroom floor.
He dug out a fondue pot and decided to "cook" for me while I applied my make up. He sat me down on the bathmat and served me lots of birfday cake and nooodals. He made me eat it all up and then served me some more. He even sang me "Happy Birthday" followed by "God Bless you to-day!".
I think I might like to buy him a little kitchen set sometime, encourage the culinary talent and all. (Husband, don't roll your eyes at me...)
He then turned the pot into a drum (ooh what nice loud clanging noises that makes) and proceeded to bellow a heavy metal version of We Wish You a Merry Christmas. My brother would have a good laugh at that.
Okay, off to the shops now. The Boy is back at creche tomorrow, I need to get him a few things, and I am dancing with anticipation at a bit of me-time crafty time :)
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