“Where’s.” Headbutt.“My.” Headbutt.“Acgh.” Headbutt. “Where’s your what?” I asked. “Where’s.” Headbutt.“My.” Headbutt.“Acgh.” Headbutt. “No, sorry, I don’t know what you’re saying,” I replied. “Where’s.” Headbutt.“My.” Headbutt.“Acgh.” Headbutt. “Nope. Maybe you could write it down for me or draw it?” I should point out, at this stage, that they weren’t full-on Glasgow kisses, more taps to my forehead. I should probably also point out that he hasn’t grown two feet (in height, not two extra trotters)

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