Last week we ate and sat outside all day every day. That was lovely but led to Léon becoming a little more autonomous than I might have liked. Mid-week he found our older sprinkler, put it up and had great fun jumping through it in his uniform, complete with brolly (I'm not sure what that was meant to do against water coming from below!) I remembered from my own childhood that nothing could come close to jumping through a sprinkler on a hot day, so left him to it.
A few days later on Sunday I was trying to work in the living room on a translation. The kids were in and out in the sun and I was grumpy at missing it. Suddenly I heard Lots shriek in a way only a teenage girl can 'Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm telling mum! MUUUUUUUMMM!' I disentangled myself from my laptop and followed the voice through to what had previously been my front hall. I say previously as it was now my indoor swimming pool! Léon had gone out once again, attached the sprinkler, turned it on placing it (heaven only knows why) at the foot of the steps at my front door, then he'd come in for his brolly and forgotten to shut the front door. Simultaneously Emma from two doors up had turned up and asked him out to play so he'd gone off completely forgetting a) it was on and b) the door was wide open. I'm not sure how long it was on but it was definitely deep enough that there was a welly, two letters (from Saturday's post), and a Yellow Pages floating freely! It took most of my bathroom towels to salvage the carpet.
Don't you love him?