A VERY strange thing happened the other day – in fact it was night-time, to be more exact. The result made me seriously consider whether I had a budding Chippendale on my hands.

Little man was staying over at his nanny’s – as we all were – but unusually we were disturbed by the sound of rumblings coming from his room around midnight.

In usual style we both lay there hoping the chit chat coming from next door would stop and, if it didn’t, praying the other one would get up to sort it out.

Unfortunately, the little sausage appeared to like the sound of his own voice so rambled on for a good few minutes, after which time his dad appeared not to have moved a muscle so I did the honourable thing and prodded him.

When that failed to rouse him, I decided to investigate myself.

On entering the room I was greeted with a strange sight. Ben was completely starkers, chatting away to a picture of Pooh bear on his pillow with no sign of any clothes around him.

You know when you have to do a double take to check what you are seeing is actually real – that’s what happened.

I couldn’t work out what had occurred or where his clothes had gone.

Even after a few moments of processing the information (it was the middle of the night) no reasonable explanation presented itself as to why my son would be as naked as the day he was born, and clothes apparently stolen.

He seemed quite delighted about the whole thing, mind you. My first concern was that he had been without a nappy for apparently some time and having not been potty trained yet (we will get around to it – honest!) I feared a wet mattress would greet me. Happily not. So my next thought was, where the heck were his clothes?

A quick rummage through the cot drew a blank so a mild questioning of Ben resulted in a finger pointing across the room, whereupon I tracked down a nappy slung on the spare bed nearby, a pyjama top on the carpet and the bottoms down the side of the bed.

He appeared to have stripped down to his birthday suit, swung his clothes around his head and thrown them in all directions across the room.

I didn’t know whether to applaud or hand him a fiver for his efforts. Either way, I hope he doesn’t perform an encore anytime soon.