Quiet at the back there.
And mind that toy. Yes, it does have very uncomfortable knobbly bits that dig in when you tread on it.
No, please don't start pressing the buttons on that one. Quite apart from the fact that the noise will wake her up, Mama really doesn't think she can bear to hear that tune played one more time.
Pink, isn't it? It's amazing just how many shades of powder pink there are, really. But you can see them all here.
The cute fluffy bear with the pale rose ribbon round its neck. The fuchsia sheets. The cot done out in raspberry trim. The darling little outfits in the (salmon) wardrobe which run the gamut from a truly shocking cerise to a pink so light you could be mistaken for thinking that Mama didn't have a theme going on here after all.
The skirting boards painted coral. The walls a tasteful lavender, because there aren't quite as many different shades of pink as you might think.
The parade of animals rioting across the ceiling and down to the floor.
You can have any animal you like, Mama told her, as long as it's pink.
There are a lot of flamingoes. And pigs.
And there she is. Positively the cutest baby that ever did crawl determinedly across the floor to throw up all over Mama's best slippers.
Leave the gold, frankincense and myrrh on the (shell pink) table by the door on your way out.