“It didn’t matter that he was only eleven months old and had not yet begun walking. Walking was not a prerequisite for adventure. The only problem, as far as Sherlock was concerned, was that he could not get back into his cot when he was done making things happen, and so each and every morning his family would find him asleep in some strange place.”
“Once again he was rocked, sung to, and put to bed with the lavender bear, and the next morning Mummy found him still asleep in the cot, lying on top of the stuffed bear. His flushed cheeks and slightly damp curls indicated a long, restful sleep, and it appeared that Sherlock’s nocturnal wanderings were over.”