'What time are you coming to our house, Granny?' three-year-old GrandDaughter2 asked.
'What time would you like me to come, sweetheart?'
'Um ... Tuesday.'
'What about 10 o'clock instead?'
'Okay.'
We had a lovely walk. Daughter, Nuora, GrandDaughters 1 and 2, GrandSons 2 and 4, Holly George and me. Through the fields along the cliff top to the coffee shop.
The sun was really warm - especially when I was running with GrandSon2.
'Hold my hand to run,' he said.
'I'll slow you down,' I said.
'I'll fast you up,' he said.
Can't argue with that.
Cousins GrandDaughter2 and GrandSon4 get on really well. Especially when it comes to poking sticks in puddles.
7 comments:
Sounds like a great time :-)
That's quite the log sculpture!
Perfect way to spend the day for you all.
Do teach them PoohSticks at some stream's footbridge :-)
It was, Polly.
Not bad to find on a random gate, Debra.
Absolutely, Sonata.
Been doing it for years, Stu!
I like "...fast you up."
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Children's language is so honest, isn't it? Love the little wooden man!
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