Mr Know-It-All

Oooh: exciting, busy day today. Mum and Dad had their first dancing lesson since I was born. In fact, Dad said it was actually since Mum had started feeling really sick when I was in her tummy. I don't remember that though, but Mum said that I danced the British Closed Amateur Ballroom Dancing Championships when I was about eight cells big. Well, whaddya know.

Whilst Mum and Dad were dancing waltz and foxtrot, Boobie and Zaida looked after me and we watched on. I kept trying to tell Dad he was too backweighted and he wasn't pushing through the standing leg which was what was letting his swing action down. But demonstrating by lobbing my head around didn't seem to get the message across.

By the way, I can hold my head for a good half a minute now on my own! It's useful for nutting these dim people when they don't get what I'm trying to say.

Afterwards, we all went shopping in Watford. Mum and Boobie picked out some new outfits for me as I've outgrown all my "tiny baby" ones. They also bought a plastic support from Mothercare, which they said they'd use to give me a B-A-T-H. Duurrr: as if I can't spell.