A Parade of Cuteness

The last few days have produced a long line (well, actually a short line) of pictures from my chums of their very lovely, very cutely children.

First, and foremost came Buz’s Boy. Asleep in his car seat getting ready to go home for the first time.
Then came a piccy of Eleanor stood at her bricks truck, in a pose not-too-dissimilar to one I struck about 33 years ago:

[Pic: a young boredofjam practices
his chosen profession of supermarket trolley management]

Then Harry’s dad popped along a school photo of H and his class chums, big smiles all round.

Kids! Just when you think you hate ’em, three cute ones come along at once.

Bah!