Gravity pulls

I can brush my own hair. Look, my hair no longer grows upwards but it is long enough for me to put it up.

Pop goes the weasel

They just keep popping up!

Trouble afoot

Help!! I'm being attacked by the Giant Foot aka Dad!!!

Where's my lunch?

What's the hold-up?

Prepared for Winter

Aunty Joan knitted me a new hat for winter. It even matches my outfit. How did she know?
Mah-mah thinks it's nice too.