2.39am and it seems that you’ve decided that it ought to be playtime. I am sorry that I glazed over your big smiles and told you to “shhhhhh, papa is sleeping”, when you wanted to talk. I feel bad about it. I am a bit grouchy when I am sleepy. Anyway, I’m wide awake now and I really want one of you warm and cushy cuddles but you’re fast asleep. It would be mean of me to pick you up right now and squish you wouldn’t it?