Picture this: I'm standing chopping vegies in the kitchen.
The LGBB is having nappy-free time and is blowing raspberries on the floor. Big, slobbery, loud raspberries. Then, without missing a beat, I hear something that sounds ever so close to a raspberry but with a distinctly muffled intonation. I stop chopping, listen, again with the raspberries. Again I start chopping. And the moment the knife slices through the potato, I hear it again. Much clearer this time.
Little Lolly Gobble Bliss Bomb has bliss bombed her insides out. It cannot be explained any simpler than that.
What impresses me is, the little lady is barely 6 months old and already she's learning to stealthily cover up her shifty bum-trumpeting. Now to master the no-follow-through rule of life.
That's no lady. That's my daughter.
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