Incurring the wrath of local twitchers we took our 2 and 3 year olds round some of the bird hides of the Camargue. I can confirm that the slowest moving birds of the salt marshes are herons and flamingoes. As these were the only avian lifeforms we observed.
Beauty is only skin deep and it needed my eldest to remind me of this today. Or, to give her her full, self appointed title: "Princess Cinderella Mermaid Maddie". Having made a rather disparaging remark about the visual attractiveness of a mottled grey flamingo chick, Maddie gently put me in my place. 'Yes. But Daddy. The chick's mummy and daddy will love it anyway, won't they?'
It is all very well taking the children on a 3 month excursion to see a bit of the world, but for a 3 year old Cinderella obsessionist, the highlight of the Camargue wasn't the wild flamingoes, the lighthouses or even the crepes. It was the crappy plastic princess castle in teh campsite playground.
The girls' life education continues apace and Chloe's first, non-truncated 4 syllable word is...Cinderella.
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