The homecoming queen

Although I don’t like it when people I love go away for a while I do like the anticipation of waiting for someone to return.

Last year, the little person went on vacation to his grandparent’s village and after a while………….he came home:

I no longer wobble!

When I was small I wobbled a lot. Tall person was always picking me up and brushing me off. I don’t wobble now, which is just as well because the tall person would find it very difficult to pick me up!


I wonder if I come from a family of wobblers: