My name is Sam, short for Samuel. Basically I call the shots. If I want mummy to get up in the middle of the night, she gets up. If I want a bigger person than myself to pick me up, they usually pick me up with a few subtle whimpers in the right direction. On the outside I seem very cute, and yet I have an incredible power to make people do for me what ever I wish… well most of the time any way. One has to be careful that one doesn’t overstep the mark and give the game away you know!!!

The truth is, nobody likes an ill fitting nappy, least of all me. That is why I have decided to launch a monthly review on the best nappies on the market. So, all you nappy wearers out there – watch this space…

Well I don’t know what you would call it; deception, trickery or outright meanness. First they give me a taster of Chocolate and most times I take the bate. The next thing I know I have this disgusting bitter taste mixed with chocolate in my mouth which really is quite nasty. I really do feel this process infringes on my human rights as a baby. But what can I say. Not a lot apparently as I haven’t yet acquired the gift of conversation.

Well, I feel rather embarrassed at the lack of comments on my web page, but I felt I MUST comment on the state of play in my world at the moment. Since being in Africa the nappy scene has changed dramatically. I am now forced to wear Terries Nappies and if there are any toddlers out there who have to wear these monstrous thing you will know what I mean when I say they inflate your bottom to something the size of a water melon. I have tried a silent protest by filling them as often as possible so mum gets fed up with washing them… but to no avail. I would ask that any readers of my page would please put together a partition for a world wide ban on these things – and preferably before I’m potty trained.

PS I’m afraid I am too embarrassed to provide a picture with this one.