Well, well - only a few days later, and here I am, ready to add number four on my list of things that have made me smile. This will have to be brief, though, because Dave is about to take Esther to the beach for a walk so that I can have a long, leisurely bath and read The Time Traveller's Wife until I am as wrinkly as a prune (from water, not sudden ageing by time travel).
In the last month or so, Esther's imaginative play has really taken off. Whereas she used to just feed dolls, or tuck them into bed, she now has long conversations with them and sends them off on various adventures. This morning, she was sat on our bed with her collection of plastic fish and sea creatures and kissing them all good bye. I asked where they were going.
"To the swimming pool," she declared. "They're packing their little fish bags and going to the pool."
Their little fish bags indeed. Where did THAT come from?