Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Sweet Nothings

Harry loves his little sister. I adore hearing him gush and goo at her. Every time she wakes from a nap, he's there, nuzzling her, saying in a high-pitched baby voice..."hello cheeky little darling", or similar. Always "cheeky little", followed by either princess, cupcake, sweetie, tiger, baby, girl... you get the idea.


So you can imagine my dismay when this afternoon it was nuzzle and cuddle, accompanied with a "hello cheeky little ball bag..."


Yes. Ball Bag. That kind.


Boys will be boys, even when they're two.




1 comment:

  1. You just never know what will come out of his mouth next do you. Cheeky boy.