Everyone wants their child to have a talent, often in science or the arts, unfortunately perhaps as a karma's way of telling me off for saying perfect to many times, AG first talent is projectile poo, to be exact projectile mustard coloured poo.
It was quite funny (in a "Farrelly brothers" film kind of way) when she did it in the hospital and the orderly had to come and change the curtains that were four feet from her at the time, but now we are at home I have better things to do at quarter to one in the morning than start a soaking bucket, wipe down surfaces and generally do lots of things other than sleep.
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Monday, 28 September 2009
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