My crazy, beautiful kidlets. You are both asleep right now and I’m sitting between you as I type this. LAMB: you have a tendency to talk in your sleep. Usually it’s just one, random word on it’s own but about a year ago I distinctly remember you growling ‘my dummy’ in a really irritated manner. A few minutes ago you said ‘mice’, though it could have been ‘nice’. Whatever it is your dreaming of I hope it’s a pleasant dream. FOX: it was a bit of a battle to get you to sleep tonight (as it always is) but now you look so peaceful and angelic I’m almost tempted to kiss your chubby little cheeks and risk waking you up. Almost.