The boy’s nose is running and his eyes are red and scratchy.

He comes into our room and snuggles down.

He cups my face and says… ” You kiss it better, Mummy”.

“Awwww”, I soothe, “Do you have a cold?”

He considers this for a minute, considers his surroundings and the fact that he is snuggled up in the parental bed, “No, I warm”, he answers.

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He loves The Wiggles and his PJs reflect this.

They are weird though, in that, Dorothy’s face overlaps at the buttons, essentially giving her three eyes, where the pattern is repeated.

“How many eyes does Dorothy have?” one of the big kids coo,

“Dorofee has free eyes” he replies.

“How many eyes does Noah have?” asks his father.

He squishes his stubby toddler finger in the direction of his eyes, “one, two, threefourfive…and a half”.

All bodies in and about the bed rock with laughter and mirth.

Hmmm, perhaps three eyes is not so weird after all.

At least, in Noah’s world.