Ultimate treat - shakshuka brunch at Ottolenghi with a friend who's 38 weeks and in need of my stash of baby naming books (and Indy's tummy tub, which she's long since outgrown and has been doubling as storage for her toys.... I now urgently need storage for her toys!!) Did some Christmas stocking shopping at After Noah and grabbed Pablo a plastic sword for a bargainous £2.99 as a thanks for his recent total loveliness.
He's the least aggressive boy in town but VERY keen on pirates and superheroes and make believe, and he adored it. The rule of not actually hitting anyone with it, and especially never pretend-attacking Indy, has sort of mostly been obeyed. I got a lot of dirty looks in the park, which made me feel a bit sad. Isn't a toy sword the oldest concept around? Wouldn't he just fashion one from a stick regardless? Is modern life in London really that depressing that a three year old with a plastic sword is bad taste??