thunk

It's not really about the colour of the spoon, nor of the bowl, nor that mummy was temporarily absent to go to the parents' evening. The poor wee piggywig has been significantly more tired in the evenings since advancing a section, particularly as he no longer takes the offer of a nap, resulting in frequent stroppings in the evening about simple things such as Weetabices and spoons. During the second story there was a noticeable clunk as his head suddenly slumped against my arm.