Men should wear pink socks

A lazy day, spent in and out of the sun. Programme as directed by littlest:

Swimming - in the outdoor pool, Mum too - wayhay!! - weather warm enough! Even needed sun cream.

Next, bath, lunch and watch a movie - as too hot to be outside. (Can't believe there has been a day too hot to do anything this holiday - last day too, but better late than never).

Then drawing class

Of this

Followed by a brief, too-hot, too-tired strop about needing to go home ... not tomorrow, now!

Cuddle afterwards included a discussion about school next term and how happy littlest is not to have the one male teacher. Warning - nugget of childish wisdom follows:

"I don't like men teachers."

"What about your piano teacher?"

Laughs - "He's really funny. He's a guy. He's not like men teachers. He wears pink socks!"

So there you have it - if you are a man and a teacher, you must wear pink socks for your little girl pupils to think you are cool.

Later, after ice cream (could't persuade her to try an apple, so tooth still loosely lodged in her mouth), she played with friends (wonderful the ease with which children make friends on holiday), building a tree house/den

And then swimming again, early evening and still warm enough to use the outdoor pool. The tears of earlier and the longing to go home now, long forgotten. Tomorrow, they will no doubt, be replaced by tears of wanting to stay.

Looks like the tooth fairy may have a shorter journey after all.

And that oxymoron (for anyone reading more than one posting) - "self catering holiday"

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