Saturday 18 December 2010: Scoot aboot
We'd have made it to the park and back in considerably less time had Bella not needed to:
a) scoot over every lump or patch of ice encountered
b) stop to fix her hair every 20 yards
c) ask why every single thing in the world was called what it is
On that last point, I've stopped making any attempt to provide a reason, and I've almost stopped saying "I don't know - ask Grandpa."
This doesn't seem to bother her one iota, she just makes up her own reason. Classic example "Blackpool's called Blackpool because when it's night-time it's black and it has a swimming pool."
By the way, not bad for a phone, eh?