OK, so I’m tired of producing the Ultimate Guide to English Grammar PowerPoint that I’ve been working on for the past couple of days, and am ready to update you on goings on Chez Olivia. Of major concern has been a recent swearing-scare, in which we feared that Olivia, clearly under the spell of her secretly-swears-like-a-navvy-with-Tourettes Mother, had been chucking the odd profanity into her ever more impressive vocabulary.

At present, we are hoping that what she is actually saying is spit, a word picked up during the daily Teeth-Brushing Tutorials, or perhaps, an errant pronunciation of ‘chick’ picked up during Easter Bonnet Making Sessions - the fruits of which can be witnessed above. Potty-mouthed before she’s even potty-trained? Social Services will swoop like it’s a 1985 Cleveland Revival.