Ode To Emma

It's 6am. I'm sitting on the end of the bed listening to Tiddler composing a love song to his girlfriend Emma at the top of his voice. I'm impressed - he's 4. It's an amalgum of 'Obviously' - by McFly and the Harvest Praise song from last Thursday's assembly, with a few of his own words thrown in. 'She's my girrrlfriend. She's my beeest friend.' Eventually he exits the bedroom. All I can see is the glow-in-the-dark skeleton on his pyjamas.

Is it morningtime? he enquires.

By way of answer, I draw the curtains a fraction. It's still dark.

Brushing past me, he takes the house keys from by the bed, goes downstairs, deactivates the alarm and settles in for what he hopes will be an all-day Scooby Doo marathon on Boomerang.