THE REAL THING

‘Oh come on, Jack! You can’t quit at the first hurdle. I can’t do this alone.’ cried Anna, in weary frustration. ’You took the classes, learned the theory. You were full of enthusiasm. What happened?’

Jack glanced down, a look of revulsion on his face.

‘Sorry love, but that doll didn't smell like this.’ he said gingerly opening the nappy.