What the blazes?

Nancy has settled back into school and her normal life after a turbulent period where the excesses of the school holidays addled her tiny mind. Which, if she keeps her daily reading regimen up, won't be tiny for very long. Because she is odd like that she now spends 10 minutes each morning reading the encyclopaedia - yesterday it was Seneca and today ox bow lakes. We've tried to convince her to read a fun book but she isn't having any of it. She's like a poor man's johnny five.

Beyond her auto didactic-ism, school seems to be going well where she resides on dolphin table which is ironic as her water borne abilities are note akin to a loaf of bread than a dolphin but we're working on that too. Sadly due to the summer sojourn her cycling has regressed too but we've got a plan for that as well. We're like a Soviet state. If any of these plans take five years however, I'll be a bit disappointed. It was particularly galling as en route to the park we'd given her the 'you never forget how to ride a bike' talk which is clearly wrong. You can and she has. Which is surprisingly infuriating from a paternal perspective.

Oh well. Such infuriating is wholly offset when apropos of very little she exclaimed 'what the blazes' to denote her surprise. I think she might be the only child in our post code area to say such things. Which makes her father proud. This fine diction is undermined when she asks to take a selfie but I can live with that. Just about.

Esther too is also beginning to feel the subtle influence of Nancy, thanks to her older sisters new found love of base things such as the poo bum song and the willy song. They don't need much explaining beyond the titles but they are of the east German picnic genre.

Here are some pictures for your perusal.