As we walked back from the group photo Jon complained that his legs were tired so I did carry him (flat) in the suitcase down the High Street. And a woman did complain that I was being cruel. I was being kind madam. Kind.
It doesn't seem to have harmed Jon's growing up that much although stories of him waking up after an all night drinking session in Thailand wearing a better pair of sandals than he started the night with might suggest otherwise.
By the way my tash is real. Wasn't Jon cute?