He was happily playing in his cot...

...while I put a load of washing on downstairs.

He had some toys to wave around, and his dummy and muzzie were up the top of the cot out of the way.

When I came upstairs, it was unusually quiet. No squeals of delight or babbling, no crackly jingly toys... as I entered his room, I could hear a soft snoring sound. This is what I found...