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I am now 21 months old. That’s 1 year and 9 months for those in need of calculators. I’ve grown to become a healthy toddler. I’ve been described to be quite a stocky toddler by my aunts and uncles. Maybe they are comparing me with the wrong people … errr babies; Alya and Fynna are not good comparisons to me … hihihi. But stocky or not, I prefer to be called purpose-built … hihihi. My agility knows no bounds. There are no stairs I can’t climb, no grilles I can’t clamber and no slope I can’t scramble on. My strength can’t be surpassed, to other toddlers that is, I can swing sticks with finesse or power. Throw things with grace or anger. I can run/walk for extended periods … well, until I get tired of course. I’m not quite a word-smith yet, but I understand a couple of words here and there. I’m more of the strong and silent type. I speak only when I need to, to be understood that is and react only when I’m not… hihihihi. But where are my manners? Well, I’ve learnt to put the plastic glasses into the sink. Push the dining chairs back in after eating. And throw away things inside the plastic rubbish bag. How’s that for training?