One thing that Mummy and I have learnt about baby brother is that he doesn’t like running on empty. If his internal fuel gauge should happen to dip into the red, we all know about it - the grump-o-meter goes through the roof.
To make sure this doesn’t happen, Mummy plys him with snacks – healthy ones, of course - throughout the day. Never mind hollow legs: I think he has a Tardis for a stomach.
This morning it was grapes and bread sticks on the menu. But baby brother was being a bit picky.
Reaching into his bowl, he fished out an especially large grape.
“No like this one, Mummy”, he wined1, “Too sturdy.”
- Sorry – couldn’t resist! It was more a mild complaint.
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