“Just One Time” with my phone (it’s always “Just One”…)
Rockstar: I want your iPhone.
Me: No darling, you’ve had it the whole day
(In fact I took a lot less pictures because he was watching his previous day’s antics on my iPhone)
Rockstar: I want it, I need it. Pleeeeease.
Me: It’s bedtime, why don’t I read you your Mr Men books in the room?
Rockstar: I don’t have a choice.
We had a quiet night… Yumsome home-made pasta by Kings and Whatever Was On TV… (While Rockstar wandered around the apartment and ran rings round an armchair – he doesn’t TV for long stretches at a time Praise the Lord)
