Looks can deceive

Brat Boy's been playing up.

He slept better than normal last night (not that I would have noticed if he hadn't) but this morning the problems began.

He wanted his milk, then he didn't, then he really, REALLY did.

The telly didn't suit. Why did he have to watch Teletubbies when everyone should know that Peppa Pig is his current favourite programme and he should have the ability to watch it at any moment of his choosing?

But no, he had changed his mind. He wanted to watch Roary The Racing Car - why was Roary not on?

Then Roary the Racing Car miraculously appeared on the screen.

"NO!" came the pained cry. "Peppa! Peppa! PEPPA!!!"

Next, why did he have to wear trousers? And as for shoes - he didn't WANT to wear shoes.

And if Daddy thought he was going to be allowed to brush Jamie's hair, well, Daddy would just have to go away and think again.

Eventually, after 45 minutes of "fun and games," I deposited him at nursery.

And ironically, it was at nursery, a few weeks ago, that a few professional snaps were taken by a local photographer and we ordered some. The results of his efforts have since come back and here you can see two examples.

And they say the camera never lies?