You can spend a fortune on a state of the art toilet seat, but at the end of the day, you just can't beat a living room potty...
That's Chloe standing in for the Andrex puppy. And loving every minute of it. Let's face it, it's a nationally reported fact that she can't stay out of the bathroom, so she's seen her fair share of toilets over the years. And now she's on one in the living room. It must be a dream come true. I might call The Argus.
As for Amelie, today's her two-and-a-half year birthday, which is obviously a major milestone in the life of any toddler. Although if she thinks she's getting presents, she's got another thing coming. Namely, disappointment. Scarily, however, she already appears to have reached an age where she can interpret my moods and thoughts without me saying a word. I popped home from work yesterday lunchtime to check if I still had a marriage, and whilst there, Lisa asked if I'd pick up her and Amelie from her Mum's at the end of the day.
Naturally, as a caring and dutiful husband, I instantly sighed, rolled my eyes and looked doubtful, to which Amelie responded by looking straight up at Lisa and saying "Daddy doesn't want to pick us up". She then ran over to me and said "Pleeeease pick us up, Daddy! Go on!"
This doesn't bode well for the next fifteen years.