Everywhere mum and dad take me I get praise for my perfect behaviour. People can't believe I could ever cause a stink (apart from my nappies) - I even managed to keep my reputation when we were away for four days over Christmas.
But when it's just the three of us, I feel comfortable enough to wind up. Today was one of those days. I had my 'whingy pants', as dad calls them, on.
Dad tried to capture photographic evidence of my inconsolable crying, but each time he clicked the shutter I didn't look distrssed at all. After all, I've got a reputation to maintain!
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