Anyway, with such a gene pool to draw from, you can imagine my parental disappointment when I introduced my son to the door bouncer.
That's right, mummy, I prefer the pattern on the rug to your door bouncer toy. Must take after daddy.
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Showing posts with label door bouncer. Show all posts
Saturday, 23 June 2012
I don't know where he gets it
For a number of reasons, namely bounciness (possibly alcohol induced) and an obsession with Winnie the Pooh, I earned the nickname ElliTigg at University. There are unconfirmed reports of a link between that and my tablet accessories business...
Anyway, with such a gene pool to draw from, you can imagine my parental disappointment when I introduced my son to the door bouncer.
That's right, mummy, I prefer the pattern on the rug to your door bouncer toy. Must take after daddy.
Anyway, with such a gene pool to draw from, you can imagine my parental disappointment when I introduced my son to the door bouncer.
That's right, mummy, I prefer the pattern on the rug to your door bouncer toy. Must take after daddy.
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