Clichéd
Went to see little sister over the weekend. The peanut-butter biscuits were well received. Even my 7-year-old nephew loved them (almost as much as he loved the new water pistol I’d just bought him). The 2-month-old nephew is still sleeping a lot, waking only for feeds. My adult daughter was delighted to meet her ‘newborn’ cousin for the first time. Lots of photos were taken of her holding him (he fell asleep in her arms), and I got to catch-up with my sister. Turned into a full day, as the 7-year-old came home with us at lunchtime. Lots of play, dinner, and more play. My daughter was doing most of the entertaining, taking him outside (that water pistol can shoot really far), doing quizzes and learning activities. This time, he learnt the 12 months of the year. She eventually took him home at 7.45pm. That was two days ago. She has now returned to her home territory, 3.5 hours away. Not so long ago, that was me, spending the weekends playing with her. How time flies… Clichéd, I know, but also true.
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