By winding the clocks forward for Dylan we told him he'd get to celebrate midnight with the whole world.
We had a regular ole' party. With sparkling cider, cheese puffs, board games and noise makers.
Only it was 8pm not midnight.
But he was none the wiser and thought it was the best night ever.
And the cutest part was that this morning he woke up with a faux hangover. A cheese puff belly ache and a "Wo, what a night!" attitude.
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