I am 8 months old today, hurrah. Guess how I celebrated? firstly had great fun at Jolly Babies where we meet and our Mummies join us in songs, then would you believe it I was dragged of to the doctors and was jabbed in the leg! Something to do with "new moo cockups" apparently I don't want that.
Generously I passed on my cold to Mama, but not the squity bottom, and Dada has avoided the lot. I'll get him next time.
We're off to Germany to see the Xmas markets next week, so I will give you an update on my views of Bratwurst, Reibekuchen, Gluehwien and something that looks like a breast floating in custard! Until next time Auf Wiedersehen.
