He’s been already called Australia’s Prince George.
Just days away from his second birthday, a ruffle-haired toddler named Jack has created quite a few headlines across the nation.
He made his first appearance at an important ceremony for his “Baba”, or as we know him, the 29th Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull.
His ructions caused a few worn-out-by-the-political-machinations-of-the-past-few-days souls to smile again when he ran to embrace the new PM just moments after Baba was anointed to the top job.
The sight and sounds of the little boy, Jack Turnbull-Brown – the only grandchild of Malcolm and Lucy Turnbull – was a refreshing change from the past few days of deposing and sniping.
He was real and raw and delicious. Some went as far as to say, freaking adorable.
But not all were as pleased.
Today some commentators are unhappy at his presence at the Prime Minister’s swearing-in saying it was an “indulgence” and that he took from the “dignity of the occasion”.
His sweet little duh duh dah-ing while the Prime Minister was reciting the words that have been recited oh so many times lately was thought to have overshadowed the important event.
His dapper little sneaker-ed feet undermining the dignity of the surrounds. His weer-ing and nnnnnn-ing a disturbance.