T'other day my wee man was difficult to get out of the house. But he, we, needed to get out, even if it was only for half an hour. So I told him we were going on a Treasure Hunt, wrote a quick list and gave him a basket. His little sister followed with joy.
It was very simple, things I knew we would find but allow him some thought and choosing. He found other things along the way that were added to the basket too. I did smile to myself watching him wander down the street with his basket. So sweet.
I included quiche on the list (a 'sure to be eaten' item at the moment) so we went via a bakery and he thought he'd like to sit there and eat it so our adventure became a little longer. It was just right. We arrived home to have some quiet time.
And in the morn I shall board a jet plane with three small peoples and a decreasing lap to take us to the red heart of this country for a week or so. I'm not sure how good my access to this space will be but I'm hopeful. Crisp desert air, here we come.
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