The promised Cuddle

I had to decline getting into bed with my son for a goodnight cuddle as I had been sorting the garden out (I think you call it gard-en-ning) and I was sweaty, covered in cobwebs, grass falling out of me everytime I moved and tiny creatures crawling down my bra grimy. I promised I would come back for a cuddle after my shower, and he asked: "What if I'm asleep?"
"I'll cuddle you anyway."

And I knew he would grill me about this in the morning so I took photographic evidence.

I know what you're thinking. For this to be to true evidence I should have included a copy of today's newspaper in the photo. But that would have ruined the mood somewhat.