Little Minx. Poppity Goblet. Sausage. Boo-boo. Pussycat.

Fastidious. Minor weakness for bananas and berries. Intrigued by her own nasal cavities. Likes a wander. Bossy boots. Considerate to soft toys. Enjoys a good lick of the coe-woe before bedtime. Furtive ice cube thief. Says Chinese words. With an English accent. Snores (gently). Lacks canines. A bloody genius.

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Friday, 29 July 2005


Step One - Sizing up the enemy

Ever since Saffron realised that by agreeing to co-operate on the weighing scale at her paediatrician's, she's rewarded with a little sweet for her efforts, she's been unstoppable. Now she looks forward to visits to the doctor and heads straight for the weighing scale. Repeatedly. During each visit. A far cry from not too long ago when she was terrified of getting weighed (who can blame her?), she now has to be coaxed off the scale.

In this series of pictures, she's trying to see if there are any sweets on offer, climbs on the weighing scale and tries to catch the attention of the nurse, and finally, turns to smile coyly at me, knowing that I've cottoned on to her trick.

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