Parents always seem to be disproportionately proud of their children taking on their characteristics, even those particularly unattractive ones. I confess - I used to mock these people, before I became one of them. Seeing my infant in full rotting regalia (sweats and a onesie, full-on slob couture), I have never been more pleased.
With baby D as the new face of the rotting movement, it's certainly getting a lot more glamorous: young and photogenic, she's probably the best poster child we can hope for, although if I made somewhat of an effort and managed to capture her and Bolshy mid-rot together, I could be responsible for the launch of two new showbiz careers (although managing them would be a terribly time-consuming endeavour that I'm not sure I could handle).
