It’s 5 am. Or thereabouts me thinks in my sleepful stupor. Goosh has woken up with a cry. Yet again. Wailing and howling. With his eyes still closed. Still asleep. He has some water. Throws some about. And continues crying.
I kick myself and get ready for the usual hour of wailing. I go to get some milk for him. I’m gone all of 2 minutes, or less.
I come back to see kiddo in his Baba’s lap, all thrilled and cheering and doing dishoom, diiiishoooom to the lil bedsheet monster Baba made for him.
These boys I tell ya…….sigh…..