Precious moments with my boy

DS and I are lying on the bed after his bath, having a little cuddle and a tickle. He puts his arms around my neck and pulls my head down to his.

“Mama I love you,” he sings to the Spice Girls’ tune. He knows it from DD, not from me, I hasten to add. It’s very sweet, because he’s pitch perfect.

“Mama I swear.

“Mama I love you…”

There’s a pause as he’s forgotten the next line. He improvises:

“I love your yellow hair.”

At which point he yanks out a handful and head-butts me.