Who said Bruce?

Did you say Bruce? Did I say Bruce? You may ask who is Bruce? I may reply, What is Bruce? To which you may reply who cares about Bruce? and I will say we all care about Bruce!! Bruce is my nemesis - the scary looking shark in my favourite movie of all time "Finding Nemo".

The reason for my post today is threefold:

a) to reconfirm my ultimate cuteness (that's Marmite around my mouth in case you were wondering)

b) to prove once again that I can type

c) to use the word "threefold"

Mum makes me put useful information on here so here goes......

This week I have done nothing much. I went to day care and played with the toys while the other idiots stood in a circle singing the "wheels on the bus", what a gay song. I went to the park to look at the calves and the spring lambs. I scared the calves away with my raucousness.

I have learnt to climb even better now, I don't think that there is a thing out there that I can't climb. I have climbed the sofa, the footstool and a small mountain in the southern alps.

Dad is cool, Mum is not.

Jude out