After a stressful day involving an Ethan who at nursery didn’t sleep a wink and utterly refused milk from a bottle, which does not bode well for when I start work next week, he made it all better this evening by crawling round the coffee table; seeing me lying down on the sofa; squawking with delight; crawling up to me; pulling himself up; and bashing me on the nose with his balloon. And planting a big wet open-mouthed kiss on my eye.