I had heard boys were more clingy than girls but last week my one-year-old son, feeling grotty after a vaccination, was attached to my leg like a small amorous dog. Shaking him off didn’t work, depositing him on the other side of the baby gate brought on floods of tears, biscuits disappeared in a flash before he resumed wailing, and walking him around the block just meant everyone else got to share the joy.
As a result, my arms ached from carrying him around, my neck had a crick I couldn’t get rid of, and the house looked like a bomb had gone off in a soft toy factory with a few odd socks and pieces of used underwear thrown in.
But, as my husband said, he was still cute and this week he’s back to normal.
Funnily though, the house looks no different.
Kerry Mayo 