If babies could text Vol XIII: I’ll do it
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If babies could text Vol XII: I don’t want to go to nursery
If babies could text Vol XI: walk
If babies could text Vol X: where’s that?
If babies could text Vol IX: Daddy, what are you thinking?
If babies could text Vol VIII: what’s that?
Stop press! There’s a new favourite game in this house. That’s right, everyone. You can forget my son’s love affairs with “Bee Bee, Get The Bee”, sniffing bums and clapping above his head while shouting “Ruth”, because “What’s that?” has arrived. Read more
If babies could text Vol VII: mummy’s shoulder
I used to think I was a big fan with my wife’s shoulders. Then my son came along and raised the stakes. To say, he’s obsessed by this body part is an understatement. It’s a borderline addiction.
If babies could text Vol VI: swimming with daddy
If babies could text Vol V: jump ft. ouchie
