Looked after the boy on Sunday, the day before the term starts in earnest, and wanted something to take my mind of the gnawing sense of impending doom that I inevitably feel at such times. Lo and behold, on the book shelf in the front room, the answer loomed large. Two hours, and some intense occupational therapy, later...
Eyes of pure enjoyment!
ReplyDeleteYeah - he received the Lego submarine for Christmas and now every bath time turns into an episode of Jaques Cousteau mixed with Jaws.
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