We've been madly packing. The truck comes tomorrow.
I haven't been helping very much. Sometimes I'll sit in my chair, playing with my feet, trying to get them in my mouth, and sometimes I'll whinge and carry on until mum or dad picks me up.
Dad disassembled my cot. I watched him and grinned. Mum said some older babies get quite upset when they see their cot pulled aprt, but I'm blissfully unaware of what's about to happen in the next few days.
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