Eli and the Parent Swap

Our house was like something out of the 1976 film 'Freaky Friday' today:

Mummy's day: up early, washing on and into work on time. (Her handbag situation is still unresolved but the ladybug lunch-bag is a step up from the carrier bag.) Home late and missed my tea and bath routine.

Daddy's day: dealt with three 'code browns' before lunch. Then off out a walk with our friends and went for coffee. Daddy and his friend were too cool for highchairs so they passed us babies back and forth until they were finished. Then daddy ran several 100 metres back along the road to retrieve 'Chicken Lickin', my toy chicken. At teatime he nearly fell asleep into my Popeye pasta.

Me and mummy's picture appeared in the local paper today. Daddy read out the caption to me: if spotted, approach with extreme caution.