A minor hiccup with some painful wriggling into awkward positions at silly o'clock in the morning, but after that a long day for Mog, filled with more giggles and laughs and chuckles and yells and other variations on general fizzing over glee. Gentle fizz as we walked to my parents, louder shouts through lunch, and hysterical shoulder-heaving laughter all afternoon. Utter mischief; two unruly legs which stayed still unless her little sister wheeled herself near enough to be kicked. Absolute triumph when she kicked her slippers off, and tears of laughter as she pedalled frantically against whoever tried to put them back on again.
And Little Fish? She lost her other wobbly tooth and has put it safely in a bottle for Grannie and Grandad to look after. I'm not sure what she expects them to do with it.
Meanwhile, witnessing my own grandmother (90)trying to explain the principles of webcams and skype to my uncle (younger) will stay with my cousins and I.
Another good day. And tomorrow we have a third and final family lunch before heading off on holiday. I should probably book that ferry.