1am this morning … can you class that morning … REALLY???
Son No3 (bleary-eyed and a bit teary): I’m sorry. I am. I’m so sorry
Me (scooping him up … I love that I still can): It’s OK, what are you sorry for?
Son No3: mumble, mumble … punched … mumble, mumble … Sonic …
Me: Do you think you were dreaming?
Son No3: Oh yes, probably. Night then.