Samuel added a new word to his bijou repertoire today. 'Crack'. Two of his* current favourite stories feature the word very prominently (The Yoga Ogre and The Odd Egg. If you're not familiar, then please do treat yourself as I can't recommend them highly enough. Forget Dostoyevsky, these babies are literary gold.), so that's where it has come from. And that's cool - he's paying attention. What's not so cool, though, is walking round an eery south London playground in a sometimes threatening park with a child repeatedly shouting 'CRACK!' at the top of his lungs. Still, he looks super cute in the little Just William-style hat that James got for him the other day. So.