Monday, 6 February 2012

February.6







Baby rolls across the floor, wrestling a pink plastic bus. She is laughing as though she understands the hilarity of scale and babbling in sound effects; the story of the gargantuan baby and the alphabet bus. And just when she thinks life is as amazing as it could possibly be, baby is plucked from the carpet to the bouncer and the washing machine is switched on. 






All babies adore washing machines, the blur and the buzz and the centrifuging water provoking the innate capacity for celebration. And just when she thinks life is as amazing as it could possibly be, baby is plucked from the bouncer to the high chair to discover lumps of carrot.



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