I've reached the stage of pregnancy where my feet can't cope with my weight anymore.
Standing has become a problem.
It's sad, but.....
Who is being increasingly relied upon for all kinds of things.
Like making tea.
And washing the cutlery.
He often had to learn this under rather strong coercion. Poor boy...
But I love this kid's heart.
He deserves to be spoilt rotten.
But he won't be, cos that's not the way I roll. Sorry kid.