Every night, as he prepares to go to bed, P and I have a routine. After a story, I generally make him lie down on my lap and he’ll moan ‘can I go to my bed now?’ Off we’d go and I’d lie down with him for a while, wish him good night and slink away. Last night, I got a rude shock. As I started the ole song and dance, P went ‘can I go to my bed by myself now?’

I was shocked!
‘Why?’, spluttered I.

‘Cos I am a big boy now’, says he.
sigh