The other night I made gnocchi for dinner. Daniel was not impressed and steadfastly refused to even try it. We told him he had to eat some of it if he wanted ice-cream to which he replied, “Don’t eat gnocchi. Gnocchi comes from cows. Don’t eat cows”. We have to give him 10 marks out of 10 for imagination even if the argument is somewhat flawed.
Daniel has been a little jealous of Elizabeth’s dress-ups so I crocheted him a wolf suit hat and he’s been creating mischief of one kind and another, just like Max.

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