You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth
– Kahlil Gibran
3 years and 4 months. It’s such a funny age. In some ways such a little boy – scrapes on your elbows, a fierce sense of independence. And yet, there are moments like this, where, despite insisting that you don’t need a nap, you crash out on the sofa, thumb in mouth, and you still seem like my little baby.