Michael can now clap hands and puts his arms up in the air when he wants to be carried.  He twists his hair around his fingers. He doubtless does this because he wants to endear himself still further although he knows he is my favourite child. How does he know this? Because yesterday he saw me at different times let both of the others fall off the bed.  Alas. Poor bruised little mites.
There’s something in the water. Both mine have been diving off our bed recently. the little one crawled off and his terrible father wasn’t watching. The eldest fell during a battle with me over the alarm clock.
Maybe the humid weather is making them extra-slippy?
Would you say “born slippy”?