Brella

We went to a lovely Fringe show at the French Institute called Chiffonnade. It was a dance piece for preschoolers. CyclopsJnr roamed about a little, but this involved dancing and pointing and certainly watching the whole thing. At the end he asked, disappointed "where she go?" quickly followed by "again again!".  High praise.

After nap time we had a walk round the neighbourhood, spotting cats and garden ornaments and so on. CyclopsJnr insisted on carrying a "brella" although it wasn't actually raining.