Poorly Moo

I had Matty all day today. We walked to feed the ducks, picking up sticks and stones along the way.

We watched Moana and several episodes of Bing.

He ate crisps with a grown up fork, covered me in snot and stole grandads biscuits.

He then fell asleep on my lap at about 4.30pm and woke up feeling rotten calling for mummy.

He didn't want his dinner, refused calpol and a bath and by the time his daddy came to pick him up he was beside himself still wanting mummy. It broke my heart.