Sometimes It's Hard

... to be 20 months old. (A pictorial)

First, you have to drag your doll Lucy aaaaaallllllllll over the zoo to show her the important stuff - like 'ish':

Then (after a nice long nap), you have to wear Mama's bracelet and pick obsessively at your bandaged knee:

Then you have to wear Mama's bracelet around your ankle while continuing to pick obsessively at your bandage:

THEN you have to drag your new 'onkey' to your room and refuse to sit still so that Mama can take your picture:

In fact, the reason that you can't sit still for a picture is that you need to pretend to read a book whilst tooting softly and disavowing all knowledge of said toots:

Then you have to ignore Mama for giggling about your toots:

Then you have to watch Bob the Builder while 'onkey' gives you a hug (and you pinch his nose):

Seriously. It's a LOT of work. Ask any Lily Ruth you know. Wait, you can't - she's too busy...