Tumble wheezes inb at 5.30am and wakes us up.
After settling into our bed, she proceeds to sing to herself on while Hub and I are valiantly trying to go to sleep.
Hub turns over and farts magnificently.
“Daddy! bot-bot!” she exclaims.
“Ssshhhh, Tumble” we say, as she resumes talking. “Oday”, she replies.
Hub coughs
“Sssshhh, Daddy”