Baby Rogenous turns six months old next week, and a few days ago the first of his little zoobies popped up through his bottom gum. I was talking to my mother about it on the phone tonight, and she told the following story:

“Oh, here we go — E had better watch out now! When your teeth first came out you used to bite my nipple so hard, and by god it hurt!”

Now, don’t get me wrong: it’s lovely talking to my mum about Baby — he’s her first grandchild and she’s every bit the doting grandmother.

But a little piece of me died when she said “nipple”.