Issieism

We walk to a fantastic tide pool for a swim (pictures to come) and get lost on the way, going through scrub and undergrowth. Issie complains a lot but Gesa uses the full mother's repertoire of encouragement and threats to get her there. We succeed and have a great time.

As we come to leave, the sandflies are out in force and biting hard. 'Argh', says Gesa, 'hurry up, I'm getting bitten like crazy'

'So,' says Issie in her best grown up voice, 'am I, but you don't see me whinging and whining do you?'

Right back at yer, mummy.

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