James - and Ovid

Whitley Bay daughter needed a babysitter for James as she wanted to meet a pal in York who has come from London to act in a play in Leeds. So, as I was busy with Ovid in my Literature class, it was decided that as Mr C had not changed a nappy for 35 years, he needed the practice. My class was wonderful as usual, though I fear it is getting round to my turn to make a contribution in verse regarding the work we are doing. I worked on a piece of Doggerel not yet up to McGonnegal standard on the bus to town then metro out to relieve Mr C. Of course he was fine and James was totally chilled. Here he is puzzling over some major baby brain conundrum of epic Ovid proportions.