They only taught him to go up and down stairs over the past monthHe can barely run?
They only taught him to go up and down stairs over the past monthHe can barely run?
What???? You're joking? My little boy is 3 and has balance issues due to his hearing problems so he doesn't walk down them but walks up then and slides down backwards in his belly. But we taught him that last one so if for whatever reason he was at the top of stairs he could get down safely without hurting himself.They only taught him to go up and down stairs over the past month
Hope Alf gets to try the gorgeous tropical fruit available in The Maldives, as well as the amazing seafood....but it's highly unlikely given he has these 2 imbeciles as parents ....think they may find grated cheese is a totally foreign concept in the Indian OceanIt’s a shame she wasn’t chucked off the flight like FOD was when he took a hand luggage suitcase with a USB charging point on a flight She’s got no bleeping clue about travel!
Don’t get me started on baby pouches. Order some fresh bleeping fruit for him. She’s probably got a load of spag bol ones hiding for his dinners as well
As for the aff links… duck off love.
“ as much personality as a bleeping cocktail stick “ this has me finishedIsn't he 2? Why's he having baby fruit pouches? I'll be honest, when my two can't poo, I buy the Ella's kitchen PRUNE pouches for 3 reasons.
1. They won't have prune juice.
2. They won't have actual prunes, the texture is the issue.
3. Blending actual prunes is a faff and the first time I tried, broke the blender.
So I bought some prune pouches for this purpose. The have it in yoghurt or porridge.
Alf shouldn't be having fruit pouches at his age. Did she think they wouldn't have actual fruit? It's the bleeping MALDIVES!!! She's a disgrace.
She really is an appalling excuse of a mother and hopefully that slack tit stupid enough to knock her up again and his mother realise how tit a parent she is when they realise she loves the new baby and CBA with Alf because of his GENDER.
She's such a prick and narcissistic bimbo with about as much personality as a bleeping cocktail stick.
He can barely run? No wonder SS were called then. l want to shake the hand whoever called.