Izzy says, “No!” to trousers and “Yes!” to towels. Really, who can blame her?

Izzy’s going through a couple of “quirky” stages at the moment. The first one she seems to have copied from my gorgeous Godson (A staunch anti-pantalon campaigner) who recently showed her the wonder of life without kecks. So far this isn’t too much of a problem unless we’re just leaving the house for the school run. Even then I can usually muster up a “Hey, let’s live a little” and cover her with a blanket.


The second revolves around a sudden and deeply passionate obsession with towels. I’m not sure if this is because it’s one of the few words she can say correctly, but whenever she sees a towel she completely freaks out.


Toddlers eh? Crazy little maniacs…