His general state of being is very worrying to an onlooker. He walks hips-out *and* is pigeon-toed, is allowed to sit in a W-shape without a strong core to back it up, is shoved in a pram for hours on end, his shoes are either vast or tiny, his diet totally sucks - low protein, low carb, high fat - and he isn’t getting the chance to develop fine motor skills, he’s completely understimulated because the iPad is the babysitter, no-one sits and talks with him about everything he’s experiencing… they don’t seem to realise or care that at this age, everything is brand new to him. (My 14 month old kitten gets better stimulation, food, supervision, love and care, for heaven’s sake - because I’m responsible for him and want him to have the happiest little life possible.) He could be learning the world and learning to verbalise his experience of it - but his parents are atrociously selfish. Poor little chap will probably need an operation to correct his hip problems - which Ms James will, of course, make a meal of, tripod in hand - and be progressively faded out. That might be the best thing for him - neglect by those two useless narcissists. He can become curious about the world, and will develop enough so that he is on a par with his peers when he starts school.
I don’t like children, don’t have children and don’t want children - but little Alf breaks my heart, and I yearn for him to be safe and happy.
