"Look! Look, Papa! The Christmas milk!" exclaimed Finn as I was unpacking the shopping a couple of days ago.
I love the fact that he is always so alert, always so observant, always so enthusiastic. There is nothing blasé about him.
I felt a tinge of sadness for the Christmas milk as I crushed it down and dumped it in the bin earlier on.
It wouldn't see Christmas day after all.
It had peaked too early.
A bit like me on New Year's eve.