Dot writes: Frank would like to roll back to front. At the moment, this happens instead. This sequence of pictures would look better if I’d had the wit to use the same format for all of them (and if I hadn’t dressed him as a 1970s sofa), but you’ll get the idea.
I wouldn’t take exception to the phrase ‘the terrible twos’, but a two-year-old on a good day is a fascinating creature. The other day we were having lunch. Ken had gone out while Hugh was napping, so we were talking about where he was. “Daddy’s at work,” I said (Ken had gone into UCD). “Daddy work,” said Hugh. And then: “don’t worry, Mummy. Don’t worry.”