Basso profundo

Given that to so many I'm the Barry White-alike that grumpily answers the phone before passing it on to Helen, the following theory may raise an eyebrow amongst some of you.

In recent days, Dom has taken to unexpectedly and oh so cutely crumbling into nervous tears. His Grandad laughing, Webby making his usual understated entrance and Uncle John merely being in the same postcode have all reduced the little man to extremely hammy pick-me-up-and-cuddle-me-now wah!-ing. The connection we think is the deep voices and on a short-term experimental basis we'll be recommending Donald and Davey Stott impressions to all prospective baby-sitters.