Wriggle boy

He is now taking after his dad. When i was little, i wriggled (despite nurses saying it wasn’t possible) up the cot until my head touched the end. And i still can’t sleep without a headboard.
It looks like Leo’s the same. We took a look after dinner, and he had got right out of his covers – his toes were a good 4 inches beyond the end of the blanket. This meant he was under the changing table. I pulled him back down – he didn’t protest but i wonder where we’ll find him in the morning.

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