Patrick never stops.
He is on the go. All day.
Daytime sleeps are starting to become a thing of the past. It seems there’s too much to see and too much to do.
He’s either jumping or swinging a golf club. Or playing totem tennis. Or kicking a footy. Or playing cricket. Or swimming.
He hardly ever stops.
But when he does, he crashes. For hours. In his “Rory the Racing Car” bed, in his own bedroom.
And he recharges, so he can start all over again.
He is such a typical little boy, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.