During last week’s half term, we had been planning a trip to Ostend to visit Grandma Claire. But with Amélie being down with the flu, we had to cancel. So we went today instead. It was cold. Amélie loved it. She’s a bit of an ice queen. She hates wearing jumpers or coats, even during the winter. She will not get into a bath that is anything more than tepid. And still, at the age of 4, she will not drink a warm drink (not even hot, just warm and she protests). So today she spent at least an hour kneeling in the wet sand digging little holes with her bare hands while Han and I stood by with our hands firmly in our pockets… When I asked her if she was cold, she said “yes” and, with a big grin, “I like it!”.
Here, the crazy little monkey tries to explain to me what it is she’s drawn in the sand while her fingers turn blue. All I understood was that it was something called a “goodgie-sprip” and it had big eyes.
(I’m cheating – adding more pictures to this post as I edit them. Given how long it takes me to edit stuff, this may become a permanent feature on this here blog. So keep your peepers peeled!)
She’s running. Because that’s the only way she knows how to move: at high speed.
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