Parents are a bit weird I think. They are so easily amused. Today I picked up a picture book. I leafed through the pages. I came to a teddy bear, so of course I said teddy. They ran about the room clapping as if I had said something mind-blowing. Then I saw a doll. I couldn't remember what that was called so I pointed at that and asked girl? Again they started bouncing about as if I was reciting Einstein's theory of relativity. By the time I'd mentioned my shoes and said bye, bye as Charlotte went off to bed they had practically entered me for a Nobel prize. It's really quite simple this talking lark, isn't it?