With Betty naked, but for a nappy, and me skulking about the kitchen in only my undies, we set about the painting session we’ve been planning for the last ten months.
Why are we half starkers?
Why has it taken me ten months to get round to this?
Have I adopted some sort of naturist abstract art indoctrination to inflict upon our daughter?
And why do I keep asking rhetorical questions?
We are nearly naked because I am painting with a TEN MONTH OLD. And although the majority of my togs have been pumped out by Primark and ‘Whoops’
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