Wimbledon Village Fair

Last Saturday we went to the Wimbledon Village Fair. You've probably heard of Wimbledon. They play tennis there.

We weren't at the tennis courts, though. We were at a park. They had big slides and a merry-go-round and a bunch of booths selling trinkets. They also had face painting. Mine is a lion. McKenzie's is a butterfly.

Ten Year Old Shadow

Last night after dinner, Daddy took us to the park. By the time we were done playing, the sun was kissing the horizon. I noticed my shadow and told Daddy, "My shadow is really tall, like it's ten years old."

He said that when the sun gets close to the horizon, it's gravitational pull distorts the time dimension and makes our shadows get older.

South Bank

Yesterday we walked along the South Bank of the Thames. We took the Northern Line (that's the tube for you out of towners) to Waterloo and then just walked along the river.

Just after we came out from the Underground, we saw a procession of different planes flying in formation overhead. There must have been an air show somewhere.

We also played at a playground near the London Eye, saw a bunch of street performers, and got some ice cream cones from an ice cream truck.

We walked down past Shakespeare's Globe theatre and on to the HMS Belfast, almost to the Tower Bridge.

The HMS Belfast is a navy ship that doesn't ship anymore. Now it's just a museum. Here's me in the captain's chair. "Let's get this tin can turned around!"

A Little More Challenging

Every night, before I go to sleep, Mama reads me a few bedtime stories. Usually she reads me one of my favorites, or a book we've checked out from the library. This week, she started reading me A Bear Called Paddington. Seeing as how we've been to Paddington Station, she figured I might want to know about the bear.

I wasn't getting it, though. Last night, as she was reading, I interrupted her.

"Excuse me, mama. Can we read something a little more challenging, with pictures in it? 'Cause I don't know what you're talking about."

She laughed and then read me Goodnight Moon instead. Then I think she wrote about it on her new blog, A Mother's Prerogative. Her blog is more about our day-to-day lives from a mother's perspective. Hopefully she won't tell all my embarassing stories, like the time I got up to pee in the middle of the night and slipped and fell into the toilet.