He's a thousand years old. He built a boat. He's our son. Noah.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
A poo and a jog up Scotland
You can't jog yet. But when you walk quickly after having done a poo, it certainly looks like a jog:
And you admiring the Scottish view:
And this is you not listening to a word your mummy and I say, just before the poo (above):
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