Breakfast Biscuit

Getting Alf to Joe's parents is always one of those epic sprints in the morning but the easiest job is getting Alf to eat his biscuit. He has been stuck back on the second level of the milk ladder for a few weeks whilst he hasn't quite been himself. So it is a good job he likes digestives. It was also a sprint at the end of the day so I could pick up Alf, get him fed and then we headed to nursery for Alf's very first parents evening. I was tempted to be a proper mean teacher and ask about levels of progress but that would have just been ridiculous and all that matters is that this little chap is happy, which I know he is.