evening light

Most evenings finds us over at Nana and Grandpa's, where we revel in the air-con and have water-fights with the hose. The power of the hose has gone to Giggle-Bear's head. It's got one of those caps where you pull the trigger and shoot, and Giggle Bear has spent a long time giggling like a super-villain and shooting whoever comes close. Luckily, with the heat, we dry off quickly.
The Extravaganza has told me, vey seriously, that Grandpa gets mad if you spray his pigeons. Poor pigeons. I believe they've only been doused once.
I wonder if Giggle-Bear will remember these times when she's older, remember when she had her own green and shady kingdom, where the pigeons constantly cooed and she was master of the hose and the very serous business of moving her toys to and fro.
I hope so, but I doubt it.
Childhood, it just goes so fast.