Alex cracks me up. Today when I was in the sitting room with Clara, I commented to her that Alex had been quiet in another room for a while, so he was probably up to mischief. He came wandering in, he had a tissue and was lifting up his top and kind of wiping his tummy. We followed him back to Clara's bedroom, and discovered him sitting on her
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(There is, of course, a reason for all those fountains with statues of little-boy cherubs making water.)
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