A Real Mummy's Boy

This is my mummy.

You can tell it's my mummy, not only is she entirely wonderful and gorgeous in her own right, but there is also that very gooey look in my eyes that tells the world that as long as I've got my mummy, all is well with the world.

I love my mummy. (as does my daddy)

Very much

Really very very much.

OK, one other quick thing, before everyone gives me and my rather effusive father a wide gooseberry berth, my mummy and me are reading.

I like books.

Really I do, I can sit and be read books and point out all the cows 'cows go moo' and the chicken and the dogs, even in books where there aren't any animals.

One my current favourites is a book about Marc Chagall, don't be too impressed, it's got lots of fun pictures of flying cows and colours are great.

But not as great as my mummy.

Did I make that clear?