Little People

One, two, three and Awaaaa ya

We had our niece and young family for their summer visit this weekend and enjoyed the scintillating company of little people of nearly two and almost four (on a scale that makes me just over 50). The 6:00am wake-up call was the start of some serious TV watching with old favourites such as Postman Pat, Mr Men, comparing well with more recent offerings such as Dirtgirlworld on CBeebies. 

The Duplo came out, as did the dinkys and a torch for chasing beams across the ceiling. It was raining hard, so we went for a walk, and they splashed through every puddle with immense satisfaction. We stopped and watched a slug walk about 2cm in about five minutes on the way to see the local pigs.  The pigs wouldn't come out of their sty because it was still pissing it down, so we went to see the sheep, the ducks, the ponies and plop stones in the puddles.  We played 'one, two, three, Awaaa ya go' all the way home with laughter still lingering in the memory.

Twenty to twenty-five years ago, this was us, and it brought back fond memories of the radical innocence and forgivable disruption of young children and, less fondly, the sleep deprivation that they cause.