Me: Come sit with me in this beautiful scenery my lovely daughter. Her: NO. Me: Well alrighty then. Enter the point of the second child. When the first one will no longer let you dress her, sit next to her, or even look at her, you just say screw it, and move on to your next minion. Ideally one that can’t survive without you (because boobs), that has no choice but to snuggle you (because they’re strapped to you), and one that can only show you their discontent by puking on you with gale force winds propelling it. I assume this next one will reject me at some point as well, at which time I’ll strap one of the dogs in the baby carrier and truly throw the towel in on being a socially acceptable human. #lovemedamnit #youbothstillneedme #neitherwouldsurviveinthewild #exceptpyschosally #survivalofthecraziest (at Bibury, Gloucestershire)