HOLLY SMOKES
My son Charlie, four, played happily with his toys on the living room floor.
‘Bed time now,’ I called out to him.
‘Ohhhh Muuuuum,’ he groaned. ‘Just five more minutes please!’
‘Ok,’ I sighed, a soft touch. ‘But then it’s time to brush your teeth and go to sleep.’
‘Yes!’ he squealed, turning his attention back to his toy cars as he whizzed them around the floor.
Thankfully, he didn’t protest any further when I went to tuck him into
