Top Trumps: no longer a guaranteed laugh.......
Clearest indication so far that The B has been feeling unwell.
Earlier, I suggested playing Top Trumps.
For the first time ever he didn't snigger.
Not even a smirk, unquestionable evidence that poorliness had taken a firm grip on a four-year-old for whom nothing can be funnier than a little flatulence-based humour.
That was this morning.
Since then, I'm relieved to report, significant improvement.
That due, no doubt, in no small part to a little Haribo therapy, an unscheduled morning nap and the astonishing amount of pharmaceutical products swilling around his system.
The average human body, around 60% water.
The B, right now, around 60% medicine.
The results of this morning's cutting edge experiment have medicine beating Peppa Pig, the final scoreline 12 spoons to 10 episodes, quite a contest.
It's obvious that I have chanced upon a formula for success, because ever since a trying post-lunch period, he has been almost back to normal.
There are still ups and downs in the pipeline, of that I have no doubt, but the signs are that we're getting there.
Just one more thing required to nail it: a good night's sleep, and I don't just mean The B.