Closing down to being a month old, Mr.I. is indeed living like a fine spoilt old gentleman.
- Coughing with his tongue hanging out, where his sister will shout and say, “put your hand on your mouth, its bad manners.”
- Yawning with a mouth as wide as a lion, to which once again he is reminded of using his hands.
- Farting and pooping loudly without remorse.
- Making random sounds during sleep hours, his own and ours too.
- Burping like a gluttonous fellow.
….the list goes on. Only this time around, the Guardian (a proud title I have given Ms.S for her constant nags and a preachy attitude to make her brother a better person).
I feel I can take the backseat already. Life has come back, a full circle.
