"I love you to the Moooon!" He shouts as his little arms wrap around your neck.
"Mum! Where are you?" He calls through the house as he tracks me down.
"NO BOBO!" the soundtrack to our days.
"No home!" the call from the backseat as we turn down our road.
Video is needed because before I know it, this phase will be over and Ill start to forget.
Pass the tissues.