Eh?

Well, I hadn't expected this from day one of chickenpox: L demanding to go out in the garden, then ordering me around and being all commanding with his rake while I dug up tree stumps. But he did crash and burn later on, and fell asleep in my arms on the sofa. He hasn't done that since he was a baby, so I lapped it up and had a little nostalgic weep to myself. My wee baby.