Strike One!

I sat for most of the afternoon with a sobbing teething baby in my lap, and yet it was hugely comforting. The little lamb was gulping air in between sobs. I worry for his parents this evening.

Each of these boys I have held on my lap whilst they have sobbed, but not recently. They are off out tonight to a fancy dress party. I can't be sure of the theme other than clothes you could be sick on, or items of dress to impress the 'ladies'?

How did they get to be this big?