7.27 am

They have built a fort on one of their beds. They’re giggling hysterically and carrying on. 

I say, “I’m sorry guys, but it’s time to get dressed,” and I really mean it – it is time, but mainly I’m sorry to break up the hilarity.

“It’s ok! Daddy said two more minutes.”

“When did he say that?”

 

“A couple minutes ago.”