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Now that he no longer wears a fleecy onesie over a uni-pieced sleepsuit the wingpiglet has been spending the evenings and mornings in the fluffy dressing-gown into which he recently grew, which lends him the air of a very short elderly eccentric. If it was more off-white and less fluffy it would lend him the air of Yoda in the bit where he rootles through Luke's portable cupboard, discarding everything but the torch. It's not the ideal thing for him to wear in the morning as it absorbs milk and Weetabices very rapidly and currently has a small monkey plastic-swing-tagged to the middle, which interferes with the fitting of a waterproof bib and the fastening of the high-chair restraining-straps. I don't think it's been used as post-bath-wear yet, but I shall try and remember next time he is bathed to see if it makes drying his head any less difficult.