His head rested at the crook of my neck as he tried to hug me while I still carried him.

And refused to let me go when I wanted to sit him down so that I could feed him.

Chuckling at how he tried to make me feel better by holding me tight I ate and when I finished I dropped my plate in the sink and carried him to the sitting room where cartoons were still playing.

When he heard the sound of cartoons he removed his face out of my neck and clapped his hands with a ...