Bear's most favourite toy, Ratatouille, which isn't around anymore, got dropped in a puddle on the way here. I washed it (successfully washed before) in the washer in the holiday cottage but the tumble dryer proved too much and melted the plastic balls in the feet. Bear hasn't mentioned it and I am staying v v v quiet.
Today we had a full melt down because we hadn't gone to the House of Mouse (bear does not consider the beach), a melt down when we found that the House of Mouse wasn't open until 10am (or two hours), a melt down when I suggested watching the waves for a while, a melt down when he realised we had to go yards before we got back to the cottage, a massive charm offensive at the newsagent who was absolutely charmed and now he is drawing pictures of plants versus zombies.
He is going to be devastated when he realises that as soon as the tide is out we are going for a walk on the beach.
About to be kicked off the laptop again.
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