Abi scrunched up her nose and wiped off her wet cheek where he had kissed her sloppily, "Hey, hey, less of the spit, please," she laughed and tossed him the apple for him to catch. "I'm just getting over the last rash your moustache gave me..."
She took out Charlie's Thomas Tank bowl and plate and scooped some smooth peanut butter into the little bowl. "He's still asleep but I'll wake him up in a minute. Otherwise he'll be up all night long and we won't sleep a wink..." she said softly, humming again as she went to the fridge for juice. "Good thing he's not that grumpy after a nap."