The Wild One is under the weather.

“Mummy, can you make something to stop this?” he bleated.

 

And so I write this to him…

My darling. If I could pluck you down a star I would. Forever more, I’ll always want to fix whatever is wrong. You’re my boy. My heart. You’ll always swim in my love.

 

Ps – I found these washing instructions on some of The Baby’s leggings. It made me smile!