Window Shopping

How much is that baby in the window? Every time I see this picture, I instinctively start singing "How much is that doggie in the window? arf, arf. The one with the waggety tail..." Except I change doggie to baby and I end at window because babies don't say arf, arf. Perhaps I could say ga, ga. Gavin doesn't say ga, ga either. He says tickle, tickle.

The passersby got quite a kick out of Gavin in the window of Gymboree, making faces, blowing fog onto the glass, doing baby aerobics. He was a hit. Katie was a great sport spotting him so that he didn't fall off the window sill.

What a little ham, flirting with all the window shoppers!