Whew - the toddler has gone to bed

Everyone is out and I’ve been looking after the X-boy. We’ve gone through the entire ritual, done the nappy change, into pyjamas, carried up the stairs even though his legs work perfectly well, toothbrushing, drink of water (the remnants of which must be tipped into the bath) snuggled up on the big bed, the pretence that I’m going to tell ‘the three bears’, the insistence that I sing the ‘Lady’ song, the recount of the day, the singing of the ‘Lady’ song (you know ‘there was an old lady who swallowed a fly…’) into the sleeping bag and carried into the cot to cuddle up to Mummy bear, and maybe Pingu and Tigger. A kiss, ‘night-night' and then shut the door and a great sigh of relief from a worn-out aching Mummy.
This mummy is too tired to think of an original new picture, but as she’s now unwinding with a glass of red, then this twenty year old rejected wine label design (which I’ve always been fond of) can at last see the light of day.