NNNnMMmmMMMMNNNNNNNnnnmmn?

A couple of faces previously the wingpiglet pulled one similar to this which immediately reminded me of my dad and his mother, especially about the mouth, though when my parents were sent a picture of it and asked who they thought it resembled they picked entirely the wrong male grandparent, even when sent an example.

I was too tired to take him out for a morning-trundle to let Nicky get some sleep but went in the evening instead, visiting two shops in an unsuccessful hunt for muffins and a further one shop of a different type to successfully achieve a replacement seatpost clamp for Nicky's bike (or "my spare thicker-tyred more upright bike for adverse road conditions" as it shall be known from December to February, should mine suffer from any weather-related mishap or component-rot) and a replacement bumlight for the one which was broken the other day. He usually stops whatever he's attempting to do when being trundled along in a pram to stare at trees when passing beneath them and I was concerned that he might freak out or become fretful about trees without leaves on them during the winter, though he seemed as fascinated by the few completely leafless trees we passed beneath as those still almost fully-clothed.