We thought he might step up to the task of being the “man of the house” while Hero Hubs (known by the Bear as da-daaaaaaa, and that second ‘da’ needs to be growled), is away this week.

But, so far, he hasn’t taken any trash out. He hasn’t made me a latte, given me a kiss or helped with any dishes.

He has begged me to colour with him thirty times, said “Nooo!” to a gabillion suggestions, spilled my coffee on the couch and graced me with three poopy nappies during the first 18 hours HH was away.

And although I think he’s a very clever Bear and a wonderful little boy, I don’t think he’s ready to be the man of the house.

And I miss Hero Hubs.