Yesterday saw us (ie. me, because mum doesn’t drive and I only don’t drive in London) drive out 40 minutes to visit my cousin J and her two gorgeous children. Sadly, we didn’t get to see J’s husband, as he was out at work.
The older children were keen to have DS try out their huge trampoline, something he wasn’t too keen on initially. So we didn’t push it and went back to laughing and drinking tea. Cousin J suddenly saw movement out of the corner of her eye and realised that DS had been on the trampoline with Miss A.
No fuss, just got on with it.
Miss A didn’t see why we wanted to know if DS had indeed been actually bouncing on the trampoline.
“Did DS just go on the trampoline?”
“Er, yeah. Is it time for lunch?”
And here the three of them are; the only shot they were willing to give me.