At the coalface

Some days Katy gets a lot of both parents, on others it's only one or the other. Sunday was a Mummy Day, as Owen was with the CBSO all day. We had a very happy, girly time at the art gallery, and I felt quite relaxed at home as I went to put the kettle on while she constructed towers with her stacking cups. It soon went suspiciously quiet, and when I returned I was shocked at the appearance of my darling daughter, who seemed to have suddenly become a teenage goth wearing black lipstick!
The coal scuttle has since been removed.

Monday is a Daddy Day, when Katy doesn't go to nursery. When I got home from work she was very eager to communicate all they'd been up to:
"Par! [panting noises] Hop-hop! Pa! Goat!"
From this monosyllablic stream I inferred they had been to the park, where they saw at least one dog, and visited the Pets Corner, where they saw rabbits, parrots and the goat.

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