Superhero explorers...or something

At the grand old age of 4 1/2 Arlo finds himself fully embroiled in a superhero fascination. Lucky for him is that this house comes equipped with his very own side kick in the shape of Ida the Terrible.

Here they are - two superhero explorers (hence the backpacks). Only Arlo wasn't a superhero. He was a 'deep sea diving hunter superhero but not superhero Mummy, just a really brave boy'. I am glad he told me about the deep sea diving part. I couldn't quite work out what the UV surfing top was all about.

The pair of them tanked round the house for ages, Ida the ever trusty sidekick at his heels. They shared the binoculars and Arlo took very important pictures. When I asked them what was in their backpacks Arlo had (sensibly) packed a spare pair of trousers and an imaginery packed lunch. Ida had (in standard random toddler fashion) packed a wooden garlic, a car and one of my socks.

They made me laugh, Arlo bombed around in his own little world, lashing out at imaginery enemies, building campfires under the table and taking well earned emergency naps on any surface he could find.to keep his strength and live to fight another day. Ida raced around behind him copying everything he did, lashing out and shouting 'haaaarrryaaaa', rubbing her hands the same as Arlo under the table and lying down on surfaces and giggling. She had ABSOLUTELY no clue what the hell she was up to, but she was having a lot of fun anyway.

A lovely day actually. And whilst the crazies played, the Mummy got started on the mahoooosive task of de-cluttering the flat.