Every now and then this beautiful, sunshiney, youngest child of mine does something absolutely ridiculous to remind me he is a boy. Yesterday I got a shout for help from my mother-in-laws bedroom, I rushed over, phone in hand knowing he was stuck somewhere again, to find him hanging out of his grandmothers wardrobe. She is currently in Pakistan, although due back soon insh'Allah, and I have packed her things inside her cupboard to keep them safe from sticky little fingers.
I and the other two kids were in hysterics. I am probably a terrible mother for doing it, but I had to take a picture before I let him down.