Want to know what will stop a novelist from finishing the final tweaks of his manuscript?
His five year-old daughter teaching his two year-old son how to tell bad knock knock jokes.
It’s the worst.
When I’m desperately trying to squeeze out a few more sentences of my manuscript and Charlie is demanding my attention, I can always depend on a Baby Mum Mum, a tasteless rice treat, to give me the the few more minute that I need to finish.
Charlie loves Baby Mum Mums.
Unfortunately, he’s so damn cute while eating his Baby Mum Mum that I often can’t focus on the manuscript.