I love bratwurst, outside, in the German sunshine. With plenty of ketchup. I love huge icecreams with lots of toppings and sauce. I love to walk on my own but with mum close behind. And I have perfected the innocent look.
When I am fragile I still love to cuddle my mummy, and mucky (my crocheted comfort blanket. I love to pull silly selfies with mummy, and I love to snuggle with daddy and atticus. And I still love my sleep as much as I always have.
I am five.