You start talking a funny baby language in a stupid voice. You discover a whole bunch of words you never knew existed, like 'windypops' and 'fluffytoes'. It's enough to want to punch yourself in the head.
So it was no surprise today when I pulled a monkey out from Lilian's box of teddys and immediately named him 'Mr Monkeybum'.
I'm turning into one of those Mums.
I need a drink.
Here is Lilian and Mr Monkeybum.