On the odd morning he’s up early (or I’m running late), CJ waves goodbye out the window.

Someday’s he runs away with a smile. Others he bursts into tears when [s]I leave as he loves me so much[/s] he realises he’s not getting a ride in my car.

I do wonder how long it’s going to take me to get used to him wearing glasses.

Something tells me he’s going to get used to them before his Mum and Dad do.