We’ve named our son Ayaan, which means “gift of god”.
At the moment our “gift” is occupied with doing one of four things: if he’s not eating, he’s sleeping; if he’s not sleeping he’s crying; and if he’s not sleeping he’s farting!
Nobody ever told me babies get this pungent – I reckon you could kill the population of New Zealand with that smell. Actually, the kid’s already got great comic timing – he farted in Mummy A’s face the other day when she went to check his nappy! He’s got some skills that’s for sure.
