Just when I was wondering what a person stuck at home with a sick child takes a photo of if that person is maybe doing a photo-a-day-challenge (emphasis still on the maybe), Max sent me a text on his itouch.
No, I was not upstairs. Or downstairs. No, there was no closed door between me and the young princeling. Okay, I was not actually quite in the same room as him, but I was certainly in earshot. This boy is a born text-er. But he didn't get a bagel.
My other favourite from him this morning is the one he sent to his Dad at work asking Chris when his coffee break was so they could face-time and have a "talk". Still the cute invalid at the moment then. But he is getting better. And there's the phone ringing in the kitchen. That'll be him again now! Grr.
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