Our childminder, who I affectionately call Mary Poppins, has nearly two decades of experience caring for children, and last week, Dexter rendered her speechless.

Let me back up.

We had a rough morning.

Theo Rex is five months old now, and we may have moved from sunny Florida to grey London, but we do not miss the weather at all because Theo is the brightest ray of sunshine.

He rarely cries, just makes some fussy noises until we give him some love. He has been experimenting with some solid food and exactly like Dexter, likes it all so much that he pounds the table between bites until we spoon in more more more. Really, the only time Theo does cry is when I run out of food in the bowl and have to take two minutes to walk into the kitchen and get more.

Oh, the humanity.