‘I imagine Jacob trying to tie himself to our bed with silk rope as a holiday gift for me, but since tying knots one-handed is far from simple I come home to see him tangled in the rope, one wrist bound to the headboard and smiling sheepishly. I laugh gently, he makes such a cute sight after all in nothing but rope and that silly grin, untangle him, and then tie him up *properly* and enjoy my ‘gift’ long into the night.’