We had some beetroot in our breakfast this morning.  It was lovely and fresh, straight from the garden (although mummy had washed it first).  We had it second, after we’d eaten all the lovely thyme mummy gave us 🙂

The only trouble was, mummy had filed my front teeth this morning and when she came down and saw my mouth like this:

she said she nearly had a heart attack thinking she’d done some dreadful damage to me! Poor mummy.