Thanks Mummy . . .
This is my toy giraffe.
When I was in Mummy's tummy Daddy said she wasn't allowed to buy me any toys because there are to many bloody toys around here.
Mummy brought me my very own giraffe.
posted by A day in the life of Grace and Luke @ 4:24 PM
6 Comments:
At 7:18 AM,
Anonymous said…
There's an old rugby ball up on top of the bookcase, Lukey. When u can climb up there you'll b able to take it outside & lose it. That'll b fun.
Cheers, Mr.Hunt
At 9:31 AM,
A day in the life of Grace and Luke said…
that does sound like fun Grandad
At 1:37 PM,
Anonymous said…
But don't worry Lukey when you lose that one as has been suggested, because they are cheap as chips and am sure one of your other relatives or well meaning friends will buy another one for you. Go that future All Black!
At 2:43 PM,
A day in the life of Grace and Luke said…
I'm thinking you are talking about the rugby ball, not the giraffe my Mummy brought me.
At 6:39 PM,
Anonymous said…
Definitely the rugby ball, I'm picking Mr Hunt doesn't like rugby much.
At 7:30 PM,
A day in the life of Grace and Luke said…
Mr Hunt is the anit-sport. That is where my Mummy gets it from
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