I left the room to have a quick shower while Greg and the girls were meant to finish, start or prepare breakfast depending on what stage of wakefulness they were at. I made some suggestions on what car-seat baby might want to eat including; dry cereal, oatmeal, a banana, some yogurt and off I went.

The baby was dressed for the day when I left so I guess I naively assumed she would be covered in what’s that thing called again? Oh, a bib, if she was going to be squeezing banana goo from her highchair tray onto her face, neck and socks, that by the way dries like crusty, brown snot-glue that can tear a human fingernail out from the root while trying to pick it off of infant clothing and not the unassuming, soft, cream coloured fruit it once was.

I returned to everyone still in their jammies and a baby exploring the family room with what appeared to be three plates of spaghetti and meatballs covering her torso and vanilla yogurt holding a spiked tuft of hair in salutation to the ceiling.

Ellie explained she couldn’t get dressed because her crocs had a blood sucker in them. Phew, for a minute I was worried there wasn’t going to be a legitimate reason for them to be lounging, but blood suckers can be crippling.