At 5 months and nineteen days old there was the Word. And the Word was 'Daddy'.
Grandad says we're on the slippery slope now, and no one will be able to shut me up until the 22nd century.
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This is the life of Lulu, born 7th May 2008, faithfully translated from the original Gurgle by my Daddy (he's the big one with the scratchy face who does funny voices and sings songs to me) and Mummy (she's the one who cuddles me up in the night time when I howl at the moon).
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