You and mummy had to go into the doctors today because she had a midwife appointment. The surgery was full to bursting with old, piss-soaked people and skag heads after their methodone and whatever.
You were playing in the corner with all of the toys there. As your mummy relayed this story to me later, she said: "You know what the toys at the doctors are like. They are just a huge pile of shit."
Anyway, you were playing with the shape sorter whilst people watched you because they had nothing else to do. You began to struggle because the blocks you were using didn't match the shape sorter that was there - it was just a mish-mash of donated, crappy toys. What made mummy laugh and a few people look at each other, a little astonished was when you turned round to her and said:
"This pentagon doesn't fit, mummy."
You are, I remind you, inside two and a half years old at this point, so it sounds funny coming out of your mouth.
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