look at the lovely sky mummy

that is what D says to me, signalling the commencement of our game. I pretend to stare in wonder at the sky, standing entranced on our balcony. Next i hear mad shrieking laughter, and D is cycling on his three wheeler like a tiny hell raiser right for me, and the game is, that i have to notice at the last minute and jump back. To which he explodes in delighted mischievous laughter.

we went to the park yesterday, and on the sunny walk back i let him run bare foot through a rain puddle, it was clear and clean - he stomped, and jumped, and kicked the rain up, then suddenly he knelt down in it, he loved it, this little kid stopped and stared and took a step toward the puddle, and his mum was shouting, 'no you don't, you go near that puddle, we go home RIGHT NOW!' then she said to me, 'after the park maybe, but not before'. So I said to the little kid, 'we are on our way home', and on they went. D was exhilarated and there was a group of older but still little kids on a bench watching him take on these lovely rain puddles that reflected the new green trees, and they were going 'look! look!'.