We were out and about on Saturday, visiting petit Monsieur L up in West Hampstead (Mister G's gestation mirror twin - born nine months to the day after him).
Mister G loves his poking finger right now - it's good for putting in my mouth or up my nose, testing the feely bits in textured books and, best of all, poking switches and buttons all over town. With varying degrees of accuracy, but never anything other than a single index finger extended with delicate and conscious precision.
We wash a lot of hands.
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There was absolutely no delicacy when the girls were at this stage. I had a lot of fingers jammed RIGHT up my nose. It hurt.
ReplyDeleteoh I should clarify the delicacy is reserved for buttons and books - my face is fair game. He gave me an actual nosebleed a few weeks ago.
DeleteOh good, I was beginning to wonder if ours were psychopaths. My favourite bit is when they pull out the finger covered in snot and blood, look horrified then wipe it on your jumper.
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