For myself, which is my wickedly awesome son, and for Noah, which is a banana rusk.


"Nom."


"What? Camera? Nom."


"Mother you're getting too close. Nom."


"You want some?"


"Nope. Nom nom nom."

"Mother I swear get that camera out of my face, or I'll smother it with soggy nommy banana rusk. You have been warned.

Nom."