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"Mummy's in Scotland," announced the Boy Wonder as soon as we walked in this morning. Mummy is indeed in Scotland - Tiree to be precise - leaving her menfolk to their own devices for eight days. Last night the Boy stayed with our co-grandparents, this morning he went for a hair cut, and this coming weekend he'll be staying with us, so at this rate she'll be back before he's even had time to draw breath. While reminding him of his upcoming visit to the Shire I said, "You're coming to my house on Saturday." "And Granddad's house," corrected the tiny didact. "What will Granddad be doing? Will he be there as well?" Getting his sitting ducks lined up, I see.

Because Mummy is away, the now traditional Thursday breakfast at the local café hadn't happened, so R and I decided to pick up this little bit of slack, and off we went, the Boy leading the way. If you'd told me when a plate of pancakes and maple syrup with several rashers of bacon on top arrived at the table, that he'd eat virtually all of it, washed down with a large glass of apple juice, I'd have shaken my head in disbelief - but that's what happened. At least we know now why he never seems to want much lunch on Thursdays.

Sadly it rained for much of the afternoon, but as soon as it cleared up we whisked off to the park. The Boy, who usually wants to walk at least part of the way, seemed to understand that the afternoon was almost over and we needed to hurry, so allowed himself to be strapped into his pushchair without fuss. He'd picked up a tea towel from somewhere before we set off, and insisted on wearing it over his legs like a driving rug, "so that I don't get cold." Once we arrived at the playground and he saw how wet the climbing frame and slides were, he immediately re-purposed his rug and set to work to clean them up - cleaning still being (inexplicably to me) one of his very favourite activities. R had to wring out the cloth several times before everything was fettled to the Boy's satisfaction, and he was finally able to use the slide.

Words of the day: "definitely", and "also".

Many thanks to everyone who took part in this week's Tiny Tuesday challenge - especially those of you living in the UK, where the weather was utterly vile on that day. This perhaps explains why there were fewer entries than usual, but they made up in quality what they lacked in quantity, and I've very much enjoyed looking at them all.

This week my hearts go, in no particular order, to:

RHelena for an intriguing view of a twisted wire bangle.
KF for making someone with no interest in golf take an interest in golf tees.
rainie for a clump of rather spiffy lichen.
Paola for a fungus and its spore print.
GoranZebuhr for the tiny condensation droplets on a glass of cold white wine.

And - again, in no particular order - I'd like to give Honourable Mentions to:

Technophobe for a clematis seed head.
AnnieBelle for a hoverfly.
Sheol for a garden spider (you have been warned!!).
Hanulli for Beppo and a honey bee on a sunflower.
DigitalDave for a tiny grand piano.
KangaZu for a lovely bumblebee.

That's it for this week. I hope you'll all play again next week, when the tag will be TT435. By the way, if you've ever thought that you could do a better job than me of hosting this challenge - you're probably right. So why not contact H0tamer, who is still seeking hosts, and I'm sure would be very happy to sign up new people as well as the usual suspects, so as to keep things fresh.