...of a toddler.
Today, I went to the post office to get my hair cut.
I went in looking like this:
And I came out looking like this:
The lady who cut my hair gave me a pollylop.
And then I came home and ate a permater.
Please note: This blog is dragging itself out of the dark abyss of pish and crawling insanely up to the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.