Diary 254

Friday, November 27th

A quiet sort of day, except for the news that the twins (2 and 1/2) woke up, and decided they wanted to go out. The first their mum knew about it all was when she began to wonder why things were so quiet. So she went to look for the twins. None to be found. She ran down two flights of stairs and flew outside looking for them, as the front door was open. No twins. 

After a few minutes of shivering in her pajamas and checking everywhere, she saw them walking back along the street, side by side.  It seems they’d spotted a large puddle the previous day as they were being driven back to the house, and they not only got themselves dressed complete with rain gear and wellies, but they found the puddle several hundred yards away and splashed around in it happily until they felt like breakfast. They’d learned about puddles from Peppa Pig, of course, and simply tried to put what they knew into action.

This isn’t just an anecdote, though. It reminds me that working together we can do things that our parents’ generation would have thought impossible. We can do more than they think. We can do more than we think.