Jiffles and Sniffles

The new year has brought a new bed, and a cold, for little J. You join us as we've just put him down for his first night in the cot.

Me: All that space around him.
W: He needed it. He was waking himself up in the Moses basket every time he moved his arms.
Me: We always think he's getting big, but the cot makes him look so small.
W: I know!
Me: Plenty of space to jiffle* if he wants to.
W: I'm sure he will - I wonder where he gets it from?
Me: (innocently) No idea.

Pause

W: And poor little man has a cold too. He's all snotty.
Me: So we're going to get woken up later?
W: Probably.
Me: Best get to bed then.

In the event, he took to his new bed extremely well. It was the next few nights that the sniffles really took their toll.

Note
* to jiffle or jiffling accurately describes a case of the fidgets. It's a word from my childhood, which I'll pass onto little J.