He's a thousand years old. He built a boat. He's our son. Noah.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
"You're cleaning poo off my knackers"
This little Noahism emerged yesterday after you had had a particularly huge and pooey poo round grandma and grandad's.
Only you pronounce it: "Natters."
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