I went home at lunch time and our nanny told me there were some parts of the morning when he just wanted to be on his own, lying somewhere; on the floor or on the sofa. We both said in unison, "that's not Aidan."
Teething? Not sure.
But after his nap and a trip to the pet shop he seemed fine when I got home. He just wanted to chase me around the house while I was making his evening meal.
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