She's my girl so I have to love her but sometimes she has an uncanny knack of opening her wee mouth and insterting her foot in it and she doesn't even have the good grace to look embarassed. That's my job.
Today the lovely Tori came to visit with her equally lovely girls. (With bacon rolls instead of cakes, how well she knows me!) Near the end of the visit Millie started to cry (as 12 week old babies are apt to do, it's part of their job description). To which my darling Twiglet declared loudly, 'Could someone get her out of here, that's a terrible noise.'
Is she too young for finishing school?
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