Udon at about 6 months old. It was bin cleaning day, and this was my temporary solution - to place him in a box while I cleaned - before getting him a playpen.

Sometimes, when Udon was awake from his deep slumber and doing his daily activities, I would open the lid to his bin and just watch him. After a couple of minutes, I would puff my chest, put my hands on my hip, and take a deep breath and lovingly (and of course not so loudly) yell at him: “WHO MADE YOU? WHO MADE THIS CUTE AND FAT KID? HOW AM I SO BLESSED TO HAVE YOU AS MY FUR BABY!?!?!?!?” … or ya know… somewhere along those lines. At times, Udon would respond by stopping what he’s doing and looks up with a questioning look.  And sometimes… it almost looks like he’s judging me, “Oh its you, mum. Please stop being crazy, you’re embarrassing me.”