Why has the kid got a bloody dummy in his mouth on a walk?
Don't worry they'll never sit at it, they'll be strapped into their highchairs (with matching airbags) being spoon-fed by Fiddlemetimbers until they're 17.She's finally found the high table for outside so they can eat as a family pardon me if I'm wrong but Ronenlen wouldn't be able to reach the table to eat the stupid fucker it's far too HIGH for the TODDLERS. Why does she get just about everything wrong