They have produced no fewer than four offspring. If that doesn't show a lack of self-control I don't know what does.
Like their parents, the babies are made from oilcloth with a shiny silver lamé lining, but their outer skin is a pretty Cath Kidston-esque floral which, frankly, has me doubting the paternity. And I don't know what they are feeding little oilcloth babies these days, but this lot are big. One of them could even be called obese. I blame school dinners.
We love them all the same though. Here they are, all together, the whole happy little family.
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