At exactly nine months old today, it’s time for me to let The Poop do a bit more stuff.
Like get herself a trade, give us a bit of keep and generally learn to pay her bloody way.
All her formula and porridge and jars of mush don’t come cheap. And she knows it. It’s not like she was born yesterday. Doesn’t stop her blowing raspberries when she’s got a mouthful though, does it?
She’ll soon learn the value of money when she starts putting something in the pot.
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