I hate cars. At what point did we think giving up the horse was a good idea?
Why is it on a roundabout the other drivers go out of their way not to signal, speed up as you enter and if they see a baby shade, 'baby on board' sign or anything remotely suggesting you are a driving mother that they can drive faster and more arrogantly? Wink at me all you want but if you drive like a prat I will follow suit like a road enraged nutter. Ahem,
driving fun aside though...
I feel like Lucy has been teething and dribbling since I met her, mostly because she has but as she approaches a year and a half there is pretty much a full set of chops there.
I can't help but wonder will she be a dentist?
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