The Boy keeps saying "Bawl" and kicking and pointing at balls. He watches football on the TV, much to the delight of his father. His father watches him and says "Look he's leading with the left, that means he'll be a great footballer, and he dribbles with both feet."

I took him swimming last week and he loved it, he kept throwing himself off the slippery dome in the middle into my arms. He even laughed when his head went under water.

His granny often looks after him and has recently bought him a sand pit. He doesn't like getting his feet sandy and so he sits holding his spoons with his bare feet in the air.

I returned to granny's house a few minutes ago to find that The Boy had fallen onto his nose in the garden. He didn't put his hands out to break his fall becouse he was holding his spoons, so granny found him lying on the ground nose down with blood gushing out. He is alright now as he's asleep on the couch with bloody nostrils.

I just gave him some cauliflower cheese and lots of cuddles, apart from a graze on his nose, he's recovered. I'll just go and see what he's doing. When I walked in the room he was struggling with granny to get the phone and then he started saying "dactor", which means tractor. I am now upstairs and I can now see him outside dragging the tractor on a lead and holding his ball in the other hand.

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