Yes, I've grown!

Funny old Maya! She hasn't seen the Maudster for over three months and, when she clapped eyes on her this weekend, exclaimed: "But she's grown! Is that right? Has she really grown?" Hmmm, Maya, yes, that's what babies do...


Perhaps this dramatic growth stems from all the jolly jumping Maud has been doing. Contrary to osteopathic advice, Mistress Anna has been sneaking little playtimes for Maud in it. It's one of Mistress Anna's guilty secrets. But Mauderly loves it so much! It makes her mother's heart sing to see how she laughs and squeals with joy! Can it really be so bad? Can it? Is it really so unmotherly to let Mistress Anna have a chance to eat her lunch, read the paper, write emails, wash Kippy dawg, knock back a couple of gins at the pub....?


But neglect has a price to pay. Mistress Anna turns her back for half an hour and Maud and Big Daddy-o morph into the local hoods! They grow up so young these days...