Once a week I put writing to one side and become inspired, with my wife, looking after 10-month-old baby Oliver. Like most babies in Manchester he has a ton of fancy pants toys but which one does he like best? Books, of course. Especially the stiff card pages he can turn, then open up hidden flaps to see what’s behind, and to look through holes. Hungry Caterpillar gets him making Ooooo sounds every time.
But what’s this? Are we being slave-drivers, child usurpers? Doubt it, but check it out for yourself. What’s certain that of the large toys he has, this is the only one at which he cries when it stops and is put away.