Poor Salvador got a wallop on the head tonight. He is much more fearless now and thinks nothing of climbing onto our bed on his own, or taking his plastic chair up with him. He will hopefully learn from tonight's encounter with the bedside table that furniture is not to be messed with, but I doubt it. No need to ask who was supervising him when he fell off the bed. He screamed a lot but was soon smiling again. He has a bit of an angry mark on the back of his head. Male solidarity was the order of the day as Esther and I shouted at eachother in the aftermath. Salvador, watching nappyless, proceeded to urinate in his furious mother's face, defusing the row with one relentless stream of wee.