I was washing Oscar just now and saying to Sam how much more coordinated he's become. As if to demonstrate he swung his little hands around and grasped my forearm firmly, with a little cry of triumph.
This turned to a wail as he stuff the nearest part of my arm into his mouth and got a gobful of hairy wrist. Can't win them all, clearly.
This turned to a wail as he stuff the nearest part of my arm into his mouth and got a gobful of hairy wrist. Can't win them all, clearly.
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