Every morning when he wakes, he wanders out of the bedroom and straight to the workroom. He is still clutching his 2 baby bolsters, one in each arm as he saunders into the room and wishes ‘Good Morning Mummy’. Nevermind that sometimes he wakes closer to noon.

He rotates between climbing the swivel chair I’m on or the vacant one by my side. And waits sleepy-eyed as I finish up whatever it was I was working on in a hurry. It better be fast lest he gets his hands into everything. Sometimes when he’s on the same swivel chair, we play with Photobooth. And he gets a (cheap) thrill out of counting down to the shutter and seeing himself captured on screen.

Maybe, just maybe, this beats Barney in his books. Then we close the door on the workroom and go out to take on the day.