Er, we lost Luke again. After putting him into bed, nogal. Yip, Jessica specialises in sneaking out of bed as soon as the light is off, quietly removing all the soft and fluffies at the foot of Lukey's cot and then piling them onto his head. This is normally about 20 minutes after he has literally passed out after the excitement of bath time. Poor boy. We usually find him buried under one sheep (thanks Irene and Nicole), one lion (from the Ghignones), Spencer Bear (all the way from Aberdeen and much loved/chewed and cuddled by Luke), Hospital Bear (from Discovery Health) and a large green tortoise. Plus whatever else Jessica has added to his cot in the interim.
We generally manage to find him when he starts complaining out loud. Then Mr Spanky visits Jessica and I have to try to console an 8 month old. Oh dear.
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