Oliverland: principal export, smiles.

It struck me the other day when I took Oliver for a ride on my bike, just how many people smile at us as we cycle along. Even car drivers who would normally be in a world of their own at best, offer forth a smile at the site of the little man sitting in front of me singing away.

And soon we will have a baby in the house too. The principle export of Babyland is surely "cooing". All those approving females (and a few males of course) gathered aroud the new arrival.

I am tempted to try to write the seven ages of childhood as seven lands, Babyland, Toddlerland, etc. But the thought of what teenagers export has cut short this idea. I'll leave you to imagine the other lands for yourself.