I got a little frustrated when it was time for my morning sleep. I whinged and whinged. And when mum picked me up I leaned as far as I could, arching my little back - just like a backstroker launches off the blocks in a swimming race, arms fully extended. It didn't work as well as I hoped. I got put straight back into the cot. Apparently mum had heard of 'protest arches' before I did!
My daytime sleep didn't last for too long today, but I did settle down when we all went shopping. I fell asleep in Woolies, and did a poo at the tile shop.
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