26
12
2009
…too late
By the time I had switched on the camera Holly had started eating her snowman’s nose.
Good girl, that’s the stuff that’ll keep your old dad on his toes.

By the time I had switched on the camera Holly had started eating her snowman’s nose.
Good girl, that’s the stuff that’ll keep your old dad on his toes.

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Still can’t take in the fact we all got a White Christmas!
:-)
Nah Matt, she’s a committed fan already :o)
There’ll come a day when she’ll rebel against veg. It’ll be all “If ye dinnae eat yer carrots, ye’ll no’ get any puddin’.”
:o)
Nice snowsuit, mind :-)