Schiphol airport

It is time for my papa to go back to work. We bring him to Schiphol, even though that is very early in the morning, or so mama is complaining.

And horrible weather too.

The photo is a dry spell.



We drink a cup of coffee inside and I give a last chew on my papa's finger.

This is what I like now: holding on to a finger and then putting the finger in my mouth, my own finger, or better, my parents finger. And always my whole face and more becomes wet.

And if I don't have a finger? Well then I simply blow bubbles and my face still becomes wet!

Although, strangely, this is usually followed by me in bed - my mama says I do it when I am tired. I am nòt tired, mama!! I am not sleeeeee

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