Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Swimmer, sets and bad day.

1. Maggie bobbing in her armbands (she's eight months older than Alec) paddles like a little clockwork toy all around the pool. "Look, look," says Caroline. "I'm not holding her."

2. We pass a dog turd on the path. Alec points and says: "Poo! Poo! Poo!" (Sorry for another poo-related post, but it's rather marvellous the way people learn to put things into sets -- I didn't need to tell Alec what it was, even though the only poo he has ever seen is at home or in his nappy, not on a path in Tonbridge.)

3. The man behind us on the train says into his phone: "I'm in a padded cell ... yeah, that bad."
As we get off, Alec looks up at him and says: "Toot toot".
The man smiles and asks how old he is.