The Harvester

I'm going to need a BIG container, she says, I'm going Down The Garden.

Also on a positive note, apart from insisting on removing his own pooey pants ("I make it go away") and walking all around the house to find me and tell me, leaving a trail of footprints from the scene of the crime, he seems to have made a full recovery from his lurgy of yesterday. Which is unfortunate as I could have done with another afternoon nap.