I love you to the moon and back

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.