This morning our house was engulfed in fog, and we could hear the foghorn sounding as we got dressed and ready to go out. “We go to the lighthouse?” asked James, “We see it in fog?”
Good idea I thought, and then couldn’t be bothered to look up the tide times. Bad mammy.
So instead we headed to the Fish Quay for a walk along the promenade.
I had no coins in my purse, so had to stand for ages paying by phone (seriously, 80p on my card! And then I found £1.10 in my pocket later!), and while we stood, James made friends with two little dogs.
We discovered those were the first of a great many dogs out for a walk. James asks lots of questions at the moment, and he’s showing interest in the world around him. He asked about the dogs as he scuttlebugged along.
He wanted to catch them, and wondered if they all run fast.
Then he saw a pile of dog poop. He hopped off the scuttlebug and ran over to it. “Don’t touch that please!” I said, and James replied, “is that dog poop?” Yes, dogs don’t use toilets or potties like us, I told him, and he scuttled along the path again.
Then a white dog ran up the hill, and James ran after it, laughing. We saw the dog go for a wee. “Don’t touch him; he’s doing a wee!” I told James.
James was astonished.
After enjoying the sheer joy of running down a hill, he asked me over and over if every pile of soil or poop he saw was poop. He just couldn’t believe dogs do wee-wees!
Then he was given the opportunity to stroke a dog again, thanks to a kind lady dog walker, but he didn’t want to. He was busy being an aeroplane!