Afternoon spent on the deck, playing in big plastic coloured bowls full of cold water. Measuring cups and ice creams scoops to dip and splash with. Olan loves the squelchy sound his feet make on the rubber playmat once it gets wet. He rubs them back and forth, back and forth, laughing and laughing. It's hard to contain him, or discipline him. He eventually gets tired of the bowls and wants to pull the leaves off the tomato plants, jump off the balcony, and when I try to use my stern motherly "NO!" he just smiles and looks cheeky and then does the bad thing again.
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