In the new house, Sebastian has a new big-boy bed from Ikea, and Annie now has the toddler bed. Being a sentimental fool, I can’t bear to part with the cot they’ve both slept in; so I have turned it into a little sofa for reading bedtime stories. It’s lovely to snuggle with a toddler on each side and a Mr Men book in each hand. So far, so Pinterest. What I didn’t anticipate was Sebastian using this snuggle time as an opportunity to chew my clothes. Or, to be more specific, chew the button on my sleeve. It’s hard to concentrate on Mr Fussy when all you can hear is the sound of teeny toddler teeth biting on plastic, and you have slobber on your arm. Fortunately he did stop (on the fourth time of asking). Maybe he has had Mr Greedy read to him one too many times?