bad influence...

Hanging out with M. and Tayo - coffee, wandering, heading up to Chiswick House (as above), where we introduced T. to the pleasures of the climbing tree (though he is perhaps still a little young to fully appreciate it).

Later we went for lunch, where the tot loudly banged on the table, demanding "more!" Maria tried to get him to more politely say "more please". I took the initiative, and made him say "Please sir, may I have some more?", à la Oliver Twist, before he could have more food. I am an evil godmother. Mwahahahaha.