End of September honey (letter)
Hello my honey bunny, Actually, you'd object to that, you object to being called anything that you are not, such as 'baby' ("I'm three and a half!"). Unless we are playing, and you love to play pretend games, such as tortoise, where you hide under my pink washing basket and shuffle around the floor, or pussy cat where you miaw and let me stroke your hair. Or dog, where I throw a toy and you fetch it, or if we are on an actual dog walk, you attach the lead to me or yourself and we take turns. Now you are stronger, we play koala too - a bit like a piggy back but with you holding yourself on. You invent great games, like today we were at the park near the trains (your favourite) and we took your boom bats, a couple of cars and a cricket bat and ball and you invented several hours of games to keep us entertained and active. You make me laugh so much, and now you are older I know you do it on purpose, to me and other people too, you love being the entertai