At 7AM it felt a bit crowded in the bed. Whereas that might have had a completely different connotation 15 years ago, at the age of 34 that could only mean only thing…during the dead of night, little Maxime had crept into our bed. He was clearly very comfortable as I tried to crawl out of bed without waking either him or Mrs. O’Brien. If anything he looked just too cute…clearly too cute because it later became something of a regular occurrence during our Spanish holiday when we had to a share a room with him. What a little scamp.
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