Every now and then when I'm woken at 1/2am to a baby crying, my first thought is: I wonder who is going to see to that baby?
This is then followed by the thought: Oh yeah, that's MY baby. Hey, I have a baby!
During this thought process Grace is not so quietly waiting for me to click on to the fact that the milk is not preparing itself.
Poor Gracie, blessed with a dim mother in the mornings.