Treats xxx

So off we went to Sand Bay yesterday for a bimble and much needed breath of sea air.

The others tend to frantically run up and down the sand dunes, but Tilly, my four legged fluffy friend, and I happily amble along at our own pace generally taking photos. Well I take the photos on account of Tilly not having oppossable thumbs and being a dog.

I noticed Harry had lagged behind so sidled up to him to check he was okay.

Me “ what you up to Harry?”

Harry “ I’m trying to cut this rock open with this stick to see what’s inside”

Me “ I don’t think it’s possible to cut a rock open with a stick”

Harry “ it is, bits are coming off”

Me “ that probably means it isn’t a rock, but a piece of mud or seaworn poo”

Harry still cutting “ nope it’s definitely a rock and I want to see inside”

Me “ Harry do you remember the time daddy picked up the rock to show me how smooth it was and I pointed out it was some old horse poo that had been eroded by the sea? Do you think this might be the same?”

Harry “ yes that was funny, daddy picked up poo, but this is definitely a rock!”

With that Harry’s attention was caught by Lee who was having a race with Holly the dog.

Harry shoving the “rock” in to my pocket frantically “ Mum can you please keep this for me for later I want to run with Daddy and Holly now”

Me “ Harry this isn’t a rock!”

Harry “ that’s okay Mum I’m wearing gloves!”

Me “ well I’m not and it’s in my pocket!!!!”

Harry walking off “ well that’s what you get!”

Which reminds me, I still have a serviette containing Ollie’s phlegm shoved in my bag!

Would my pockets and bags still be a box of delights if we’d had girls I wonder?

Love & hugs, kisses & wishes xxx