This whole parenting racket can be a grind, but then the guys do some terrific bit that just blows us away.
Last night I had to attend a work function that ran surprisingly late. I was able to scramble and get home just in time to tuck in Finny. He dubbed himself "Thomas" and me "James," and we laid in our little shed (his darkened bed) talking about our railway adventures. That's when the laying on of crazy love-bombs commenced. Tipping over, he spontaneously embraced me and said, "I love you! I love hugging you, I love hanging out with you, I love playing with you...!" And when I explained how I'd hurried home, he shot his hands up in the air and exclaimed, "Hooray for James!!" At which point my heart nearly exploded.
Hen, not to be outdone, has been getting more and more playful and chatty. Here's his novel interpretation of how to use a chef's hat!