Connor was asleep today, and when he woke up, he was playing and laughing in his cot. Richard and I went in there, and we were watching him for a little while, when he leans over his giraffe, then looks like he's humping the damn thing. He then throws up on it, giggles, and growls.
"That's my boy! Drink too much, hump it, throw up on it, laugh at it, then tell it off, and sit there and expect someone else to clean you up."
Oh goodie. Anyone want a child in a few years time... if his teenage years are going to be like that...