I was scared when dad died nearly 13 months ago that Amaia would lose her memory of him fairly quickly but she astounds me for such a small child. It had been a warm morning today, 22 degrees, so her group had gone for a walk around the woods. I went to collect her at lunchtime and she was clutching two fir cones, or
pinkles as she calls them - isn't it a cute word!? Quite matter-of-fact she announced
'I got two pinkles today. I'm going to give the big one to Granny, but I got a little one too in case Pumpa is back'. I don't know what to say.
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