Daddy's boy....

..... loves a bit of rough and tumble. If only I could attach the sound of him laughing.

His chortling didn't, however, go down so well at 3 o'clock in the morning, when I came crashing in, waking everyone up, and then sparking a reciprocal Mummy and son giggling fit, that took a good half hour for everyone to settle down from.

We bought Gareth a box of chocolates and made him delicious dinner though, to make up for it. I'm sure we're now forgiven (well, at least one of us is).