Thursday, February 17, 2011

Not one, but three

Daddy came down stairs this morning to find me arranging bits of coloured cloth on the floor of the lounge.

“So what’s going on here?”, he inquired.

“We’re playing beaches, Daddy”, I told him.

He looked bemused. “So how does one play beaches?”

“Oh Daddy”, I  sighed. “It’s not one, it’s three. There’s me, and Mummy, and baby brother.”

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