Snoring away

All Malcolm wants to do when he's home is to tag on to my boobs. Today being a Sunday, i'm almost like the milkmaid for 24 hours straight. I dont feel like going out just yet, and wanted to go to the kitchen to make a second round of scrambled eggs. Malcolm, feeling sleepy, started a wailathon the moment i dragged him off me.

I'm already inside the kitchen with the safety gate locked up behind me. I'M SAFE!!!! Hubby came to his rescue and by the time i came back into the room, i can hear him snoring away blissfully on Papa's chest. BLISSSS.... lemme enjoy my scrambled eggs in peace.