"Darling look what I got!!" Tom exclaimed as he came running through the door of our flat.
"What is it sweetie?" I turned towards him to see him grinning like an idiot, but I only saw a glove that was on his right hand.
"A glove, Tom? Really?" As soon as I finished my sentence, he put on a serious face, raised his hand so it was pointing at me, and silly string shot out of the glove. He began to laugh with delight as he saw his new toy being put into action. A grin spread across my face.
"Thomas get back here!!" I yelled as we began to playfully chase each other around, him shooting his 'webs' at me, of course. I hope that boy knows he's cleaning this all up!
