It is now 3.28am.
We (and by we I mean my son) are now requesting Madagascar on Madagascar on....there was a Pooh Bear thrown in there somewhere in between somersaults (is that really how you spell that?!).
I made the following statement in response:
He is now biting at the zip on a cushion and asking to paint.
We are going upstairs.....the stair gate is on so he can do as he pleases....it is most certainly sleep time for mumma.