We have found the Toddler’s Achilles heel.
Balls.
She loves them, would cross oceans for them – or her equivalent, a deep gravel car park, tripping twice, picking herself back up, all in pursuit of the prize – an errant football that none of us could even see at a hundred yards.
We now have reins. But what a joy it is to see such pleasure derived from something so simple. Kate was beaming.
There’s a message in there somewhere.
There is a risk this blog could get a little Toddler heavy. But she is my (not so simple) pleasure, and to me, that’s worth sharing.