While going for a walk today - Ivy in Keith's backpack, Teddy in my front-sling - Ivy looked at the baby and said 'Teddy happy. Ivy happy. Daddy happy. And Mummy happy too.' And a day or two ago, some poo escaped Ivy's nappy and as I picked it up with a baby wipe she said brightly 'Eat it, Mummy?'
Gifted, I'm telling you.
... somehow another picture of Barack Obama has got on here. Now how did that happen? (I found it on Joannas blog.)









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Thanks for talking to me. I don't got cooties. Oh, except for when I got cooties.