I've got the sads.
Still.
Mum was desperate to get a bit of shopping done, seeing as though it's almost Christmas and she still has presents to buy.
And food. We still have no food for Christmas!
So she fed me and put me to bed and went out to do some late, late shopping (the kind that people who plan be organised but then end up having sick babies do).
She bought the presents and pottered around for a bit and was just about to start the grocery shopping when....the mobile phone beeped.
It was a text message from Dad to say that I had an extreme case of the sads.
Mum decided to take pity (on me, as well as Dad) and abandoned the shopping expedition in favour of yet another late night of cuddle-the-baby-to-sleep.
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