Mumma does A LOT of washing, I don't know where it comes from. Gradually the pile of washing gets bigger in a day and then so does mumma's frown. 'If only there was a maid' mumma says.
The other day I threw up twice just to get another t.shirt put on, who likes a plain red one any way? My sister Molly, she gets through baby grows quiet fast as her nappy poo's seem to go up her back rather than in her nappy. Mumma pulls the face like an old person who has just come out of a 'pilates' class. (Personally i don't know what this is, sounds kinda like some exercise you do on a plane?)
The motion of a washing machine is fascinating sometimes sends me off into a trance and takes the whole cycle to get me out of it! I wonder if that was where I was born ... with clean washing ... spinning in circles and magically turning into something fresh. I wonder if thats how we go ... get too dirty to clean and then get put in the rag pile?
Mumma likes it when I can play with water. Today I sat in the shower with all my clothes on. Great fun! My options were fairly simple, to flood the bathroom or to not flood the bathroom. Although I don't suppose that soaking the months worth of tissue paper was such a good idea but then again I made my boat float on the floor, happy boy me I am.
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