Sunday, 4 August 2013
I now go by the title of chef/stew/deck/nanny. No, not "slave", sssshurrup. The baby is so cute and cuddly I could just DIE. I broke her singing zebra toy thingy, not on purpose, obviously, she's forgiven me, we've moved past it and come to an agreement; I have to sing instead (the same song as the zebra), I give her bits of banana, she gets to pull my hair... we're all good.
