Its sunny, lets stay in.

My son and I made a deal where we'd had enough of the sun and going out in it and burning. So instead we played at home watching a few films as we played with figures and then adventures with my couch covers forming a tent. 

Where he would usually go home on Saturday, he didn't. We were both excited at having longer together and ended up watching Dino Squad on Netflix eating hot dogs. 

Sunday morning in bed and he's watching more Dino Squad. It was a hot night and he climbed into my bed at 4:45AM complaining of being itchy. 

There's less chance of any sleep on a roasting night as a kid shares your bed for a few hours. But these possibilities of enjoying his company when he's a cuddly little son of mine are limited by the passing of time. 

I dread him growing up.