Inigo learned to go down a slippery dip yesterday. Sometimes, he even went down the right way, but I was too proud to remember to take a picture.
And when we arrived at the shopping centre, I went to get him out of his car seat, and he proudly presented me with a finger full of snot. He’s learned to pick his own nose. His father is very proud.
Disco Knitter 
Don’t you wonder why they never include nose-picking on the baby milestone charts?
What’s the deal with that?
Climbing up the slippery dip is such better exercise than going down. I think we should make kids line up to go up. Maybe there can be slides where kids climb up one slide and then slide down the other.
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Oh dad’s! They’re funny creatures! Or perhaps it’s got something to do with my child’s dad and your child’s dad having the same first name!
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I remember when my witchlet was about 2 she advised me as we were driving home that she had a monkey on her finger. I got home to discover that the monkey was snot and that “monkey” was the term her Sri Lankan day care mum used for it!
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