monkeying around

The boy and his monkey are together again. What joy fills their little hearts! Order is restored on one side of the landing where a happy boy fell into a deep within moments of getting in the cot.

The other side of the landing features a tired girl shouting because I sang the wrong bedtime song (which she asked for). Mummy is not a jukebox. Tomorrow night I will be singing R.E.S.P.E.C.T and hoping she takes note. (I feel I should add that I love the feistiness but am less keen when it tips over the edge into brat territory).