When this boy wakes up in the morning, he fancies a chat.
He puts his face close to mine, looks ever so serious, and hoots like an owl. Sometimes he puts his hands on my face if he thinks I’m not listening properly. I wonder if he’s telling me about the dream he’s just had.
I thought today that I’d give quite a lot to have him always desperate to tell me things the moment he wakes up. I’d better enjoy it while it lasts.