Last night one little boy took a bag of spagetti,
and scattered it all over the house.
When you have stray spaghetti, make sculptures?
As I tucked him in last night, he told me, 'I need a rocket.'
This hatchling currently dreams of being a space doctor.
It made sense that I should help him make a rocket.
For him and Thomas, of course.
As he counted down,
'5,4,3,2 ... I love you Mummy to the moon and back..., 1, Blast Off!'
He's a keeper this one.
I love you to the moon and back too hatchling no4.