I've not had time yet to snap his aforementioned swollen face, so instead you get a picture of Amy Winehouse with a big bruise on her cheek.
I would surmise, however, that Winehouses mark was incurred in a different manner to Luca's (I won't speculate for fear of entertainment lawyers who spend their days browsing nondescript blogs looking for suing material). It transpires that Luca and Granny visited Anne (one of Granny's chums), from where Luca's "testing" of the bounciness of Anne's sofa backfired wildly as he sprung off at a near 90 degree angle, landing with his face lodged on the side of her coffee table.
"WAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
He's OK though. The lump isn't too obvious, although I did feel sorry for him this morning. I woke him up to get him ready for nursery, so he sat up, put his hand on his cheek, looked up at me and said very quietly "Luca's got a sore cheek"
He'd pretty much forgotten about it by the time I dropped him at nursery - those little legs sprinted toward his friends with only a distantly echoing "Bye Daddy" as he disappeared into a scrum of small people.
Today was the first time in many a month that I've dropped him off. He had a bemused, albeit happy smile as I lofted him into my car this morning. His Mum is taking a "duvet day" after having spent much of the night awake caused by incessant coughing fits. Likely she's up out of bed by now though, and I expect enjoying the rare sense of peace and tranquility - which will end in spectacular fashion when my clumping boots and Luca's gale force powered voice re-enter our home as the clock strikes 6.
**Useless fact of the day - The loudest voice on record would be the singer of the British punk band Gallows. The band claims to have achieved 132.5 dB**
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