My good friend Sarah’s son – we call him Mancub – celebrated his first birthday a few days ago. He made out like a bandit with the gifts, and was surrounded by more adoration than he knew what to do with.
Proof that Sarah looks effortlessly chic even while washing the dishes.
It’s those sad puppy-dog eyes. We can’t help it. I have to restrain myself from slobbering him with kisses every time I see him.
Happy birthday, Mancub.
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