"Come here mummy"

This was the cry from my father in law last night who had disappeared into the kitchen with Alby.  Intrigue got the better of my reluctance and I wondered in to see Alby sitting in the highchair his hands and face covered in yoghurt.  “He’s got it in his eyes” my mother-in-law protested as her husband stood behind her chuckling.

Alby had indeed got it in his eyes plus his hair, up his nose and all over both of hands.  Two pots of yoghurt, a fist in each and the biggest smile on his face I’d seen in some time.

It turns out that Mark is far more like his mother than he probably wishes to admit.  She tutted and shook her hand, cleaning Alby up whilst muttering “I’m not amused” under her breath in exactly the same fashion as Mark did when I used to let Alby feed himself without restraint. 

Phil’s smile faded under the reproach of his wife. I tried to cheer Phil with reassurance that he hadn’t done anything I didn’t encourage but the poor wife-beaten husband headed back to the sofa for a comforting cuddle with the bulldog!