Peering through sleep sodden eyes, I saw my son’s wee face staring intently at mine, waiting for some small sign of awareness. As my eyes opened more widely, his smile broadened and he began calling for me in excitement and increasing volume.
I began to shush Cosimo while trying to check what time it was. It was then that I realised it was late. Crazy late; 7am late. I began to heap praise and thanks upon the kindness of my two-year-old lad, which soon turned to groans when I detected an unsavoury odour requiring immediate action.
