I found that the best way to protect it is to sleep like this and have baby Tad keep watch.
That damn baby Tad, why is he always smiling? Some sort of deviant I reckon. You slap him in the guts and he replies with "thats the red button". I know it is the red button, you know it is the red buttton, for goodness sake even Helen Clarke knows it is the red button. I have to slap him around a bit.
Dad is taking me to swim lessons for the first time tomorrow. I reckon he will drown. I worked it out, he is heavier than water therefore when he hops into the pool he will sink and I will have to save him.... again. I saved him the other day from a mosquito, I slapped him on the back of the head trying to get it. You know what he did to thank me. He put me on the ole naughty step. I am becoming quite friendly with that step.
I can count to 4. Thats right, I am now more intelligent than Nana Thomas.
Adios fools.