the hang

The wingpiglet would appear to be able to count to two, insofar as he can say "two!" when he has successfully asked for a second item of food. It was also the number of times he was sick today, in the morning seemingly due to the combination of a snot/teething-mucus overload and later on when he probably didn't chew his food sufficiently, though he was wearing on of those bibs with a pocket at the time which allowed the mucussy beef and potato to be collected safely and quickly flushed away. More importantly he's still quite happy on the bike seat (especially when I ding the nice dinging bell) and the handlebar-rearrangement has not resulted in any noticeable handling problems when he's on the seat on the bike, even when he rocks deliberately from side to side which he hadn't tried before. He was less keen to wear last year's sun-hat but it ought to be okay with the elastic lengthened a little.