We headed off at the crack of dawn, driving north while CJ slept in the car.

By 9 he was waking up, so we popped into a services for breakfast and a run around.

After a change, some food and a walk, he was wide awake and full of energy.

I decided I’d shout him his first ever go in a ride on.

Let the comedy begin. No sooner had we put him in and he was torn by a massive dilemma: his love of steering wheels vs his fear of the creapy man in the car with him.

Eventually, it all became to much. He tried pushing Pat out, but when that failed he bailed out and ran.

All we could do was watch and laugh.