Where's Iain ...
Ewen had eaten most of his sandwiches when he told Mummy he was tired and wanted her to carry him upstairs. He pointedly refused Dad's offer to carry him instead. So I kept Iain company while he drained his little yoghurt (fromage frais) pot. When he was finished he began removing his bib, so time for the post-meal face and hand wash.
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Iain was quite comfortable amusing himself with a duster ... dragging it around the lounge, the kitchen and between the two.
Then all went quiet!
I called to Clare to check if he was with her. Nope. We dashed upstairs to find him standing next to Ewen's bed. He had just pulled the covers back and was reaching toward Ewen's face. Iain was looking for his brother so they could play together.
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