I'm a baby get me out of here

Tracey returned to bed hungover so I took over the role of Cole's jester. He made a nasty thing in his nappy not sure what it was but i don't think it was inert.

He was bored with dad's chicken impressions, bored of songs of praise and bored with his feet so we went to pooh's hundred acre forest (we didn't drop any acid for this, it's a baby gym see.)

In what soon became comparable to the generation game I showed him every toy at his disposal. The hanging Tigger and the strange inconsistantly scaled bees nest seemed to offer the most enjoyment, quieting his winge gland for at least 10 minutes!

Beer fear (type 2) has so far prevented us from doing our weekly shop at ASDA. We had sausage and beans on toast instead of a sunday roast. (that ryhmes)

How MINT is this????