Mj decided he had had enough lying in bed on saturday morning so while M and I grabbed the last of our forty winks he made his way downstairs, pulling his chair through from the conservatory and proceeding to make himself toast. He did a fine job and was oh so proud as he munched on the over cooked bread, spread with butter and plum jam.
I think it is his favourite place to be at the moment...standing tall on his chair, making toast and coffee, washing dishes, cutting vegetables or nibbling at the fruit bowl. How they love to copy us adults. I hope his domesticated skills last!