So after getting our morning “hygiene” routine out of the way, I asked if he had brushed his teeth.

“Can’t remember. I’ll go feel my tooth brush.”

Clever my Love, so clever.

He came out in a moment, “it’s wet, but maybe Buddy licked it”.

“Gross, gross, gross.”

He loves getting me and I have to say, his humor never fades. Is there a wee corner of the brain which controls humor? Also, kindness, always kind and thoughtful.