Tag: if babies could text
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. Continue reading “If babies could text Vol VIII: what’s that?”
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.
Continue reading “If babies could text Vol VII: mummy’s shoulder”