Two days ago, as Paul was putting Boy Blue to bed, he prompted the little guy to think of something happy about which he could dream. (Bedtime has been tricky lately and Daylight Savings has just made it so much worse.) Boy Blue knew instantly what he would dream about “Mummy’s hair.” Not Mummy, not something he’d do with Mummy, but Mummy’s hair. *shudder*
This only a few hours after Little Red was extolling to me the virtues of thumb-sucking. Apparently I should start because it really feels good.
Both of them have got to stop sucking their thumbs, soon. This is driving me crazy.