What’s all the fuss about?

As a child I developed a bad reputation.

Not the kind of reputation that might lead to tattoos, motorbikes and teen pregnancy, mind you.

No, the sinister reputation I developed was for being a fussy eater.

Some might even have dubbed me the World’s Fussiest Eater. Those same people might think I still suffer the affliction.

I’m here to dispel some of the awful rumours that have been going ’round about Baby Mandy for the past few decades…