From the moment I wake up to the time I go to sleep I seem to feel constantly cross these days. I want to cling to MammaLou's legs, throw things off all the shelves and push everything out of my way. And kick, kick, kick. Grrrr. Perhaps once I learn to talk I will be less frustrated because I'll be able to tell everyone what I want. Until then, MammaLou will just have to accept that she is my climbing frame and personal slave! BooBoo Campbell that's me (duck here comes a phone).
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