My five favorite people, in no important order. Milosch-mi. Aged 18 months.
Bowden-bows, ready to play basketball, aged 7 years.
Lucy Goose, showing her happiness at receiving a Valentine's Day card from Nanny. Aged five years.
Jackerwhack, intent on finishing his beans and steak. Aged three years.
Joshy, aged 33 years.
You can expect the singing at any Tate dinner. It's not planned. It's organic, even if the food isn't.
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