Feed!

I'm growing up. I'm one now. I'm a big boy! Almost a man! So it's time you started to listen properly.

This going out in the pram lark is OK. I like to get fresh air as much as any growing lad... but don't think you can use the bobbly-bobbly-bumps of the pram wheels to send me off to sleep! I don't do sleep when you want me to. Not no more; oh no!

Sleep's for cissies! (although OK after my evening feed). Sit me up... paleeease! Let me look around at stuff. I've got curiosity! Feed it!