He gets cake...
...I get beetroot:
He runs around...
...I've only just learnt to crawl...
...and outside, I'm tied to mummy:
Sometimes I get left mid-meal and have to take things into my own hands:
I have to share toys, a pushchair, the back seat... (and he snores!)
I even have to share baths:
I'm expected to sleep in all sorts of strange places/positions/clothing (can you spot Mr Pink?!):
All this with Lexl's noise in the background... (Please send earplugs in the next parcel, Grandma!)
Recently, I was a very poorly girl. I had a temperature and spots:
Well, I did get a lot of extra cuddles and carries, but they also made me drink this horrible stuff and put a funny smelly cloth on my head... All while I was feeling very poorly and sorry for my small self.
Kittles deserve better, if you ask me.
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