fortyish australian, lives in terraced house in north london with a 4 year old and a feisty but fading goldfish. reads far too many 'mommyblogs'. misses sunshine and blue skies and twisties. addicted to reading actual books, sleeping and the scent of roses in other people's gardens.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
So I guess we are his real parents
He has his daddy's ears, down to the finest detail. And one tiny circular indentation on the top of each ear, just like me.
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