I am a Giant Ratbag

Here is me with my Pop Art. He will not like me very much after putting his photo all over the internet. I'm willing to take that risk.

My Mummy says that I have turned into a giant ratbag. I am not sure what she means as I believe I am a very helpful little boy. I tidy up by putting all the recycling through the cat flap - this means Mummy doesn't have to take it out to the rubbish bin. This is helping.

I must admit that do I get myself into terrible predicaments though - like the other day when I wanted to watch a DVD - well, I went to the cubbyhole to get one down and then my head got stuck. I yelled and yelled for help and all I could hear was laughter... when Mummy finally rescued me, I decided I didn't want to watch a DVD anymore. Then there was the time I was in my cot and I decided I needed to stand up and sing for a few minutes. Then I forgot how to sit down again. Quite the kefuffle!!

Noddy is my new best friend. He gets kisses and cuddles from me all the time. My parents want me to kiss and cuddle THEM but I just remember all the times that I have heard laughter and I go and hide Daddy's remote just that little bit better.

Well, better go and create more mischief - I might go and pull the head off my "The Simpsons" Stephen Hawkings figurine...

Jude