The Fairy House revisited ...

The girls and I went back to what Bethany calls 'The Fairy House' last Sunday (I've only just got around to uploading the photos from my camera, hence the delay) for further exploration ... See here for our first visit.

Jackson didn't enjoy the woods too much, as the leaves were thick on the ground and he's only got little legs ...

The fairies obviously owned a car at one point, as we found the front bumper with the number plate still attached (Translation for American readers - we found the front fender with the license plate still attached) Further exploration found non-descript bits of the engine lying in the undergrowth.

Then it was 'Show Dad what we learnt in PE at school time' - Bethany is good at balancing, but I was thinking of the grief I'd get if she fell off the tree and broke something ...

Then it was get the girls onto a tree, put the camera on timer, and run and get into the photo ... Charlotte does like to strike a pose ...

And negotiate the stile to make our way home ... (I lifted Bethany over - she's posing here!)

Bethany and I took Jackson for his regular evening walk last night, and B's overdriven imagination came into force once more. There are some steps we either go up or down, depending on the chosen walk, which B likes to count. We know there are 31 steps, and B will count out loud as we step on each one, but ... I like to join in and after 5 or 6 skip a number, and catch B out with it every time.

Last night as we approached the steps she told me that as I was now 36 I was no longer allowed to count the stairs as the Queen said so and I would be taken away by the Police if I did! I love how she now turns things back on me - when she wants to do something and I don't think she should or want her to, I tend to tell her that she has to be her age + plus 1 year to do it. For example, when Bethany was 4 she really wanted to come and watch Ipswich with Charlotte and I, but I knew she would be bored as soon as she ran out of sweets, so told her she had to be 5 to go to a football match. (I did take her when she was 5, and sure enough as soon as she ran out of sweets, she was bored!). Yesterday she got her own back, can someone please tell me where my little girls are going?!