We shall call her “mini him”
In the six nanoseconds that Milly had her scratch mitt off she managed to gouge a nice chunk out of her right [ chubby ] cheek which gave her a striking resemblance to a “mini-mini-me”.
The other highlight of the past week would be her weigh-in, which came in at a belly busting 8lbs 3oz. This puts her in the 25th percentile of the government approved nonsensical “your baby must be this fat to be normal” graph. Utter crap, the lot of it.
She’s now in pretty clothes rather than those romper suits that she’s in for all her other photographs.