As part of the peace deal, we parked at the botanical gardens so that Ella could meet the cockatoos. She loved them, hopping about shouting "squark!".
Check out the picture of maternal bliss. Five seconds later she yanked my hair and wouldn't let go. Darren had to peel her off. Apparently it's normal behaviour at this age. Toddlers are hard work, much harder than small babies. You spend your entire life running about after them, thinking up fun activities, making sure they are happy/warm/cool/clean/fed. They repay you with slaps in the face, bites, punches and kicks. And filthy nappies at least twice a day.
We walked up to Randwick this evening. The newsagent smiled and asked her name. "Gabriella" she said, cocking her head and smiling. "But today she's answering to "Monster from the Deep" I added.
So much for the ceasefire. Load the cannons.
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