Cillian woke early this morning. He wasn't interested in coming into our bed, so I got up with him. At 6am, I was ready for my run, but the little man was not in the best of moods and wanted to come with me rather than play with his toys.

Me: Daddy is going running now Cillian.
Cillian: My going running!
Me: Daddy is going to fast.
Cillian: My go fast.

We negotiated that he would accompany me in the jogger, but he reneged when we got to the door. I had to bribe him with a yogurt bar. He needs food to improve his mood.