Took Son Number One into Manchester today. Bought him a Mr Potato Head (which, when he opened it in the cafe, caused the people on the table next to us to ooh and ahh as they hadn’t seen one for about 15 years) and also took him up on the big ferris wheel they’ve put up in Exchange Square, which caused Son Number One to ooh and ahh as he hadn’t been that high up ever before and all the people looked like little ants. Bless. He must have forgotten about all those times he’s been on a plane.
While we were in town, we saw these. Forget the photo frame, I’ll have one of these instead. The six-foot one please.
I want one of these as well
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