Our last full day in San Francisco we took a day trip out to the wine country. Heading north across the Golden Gate bridge, a treat in itself, we left the cloud and overcast skies of the city behind and found blue skies and temperatures more expected of a California summer. The densely built-up congestion of the bay area quickly dissolved into wide open space and farmland. It was a quick and pleasent drive to reach Napa, then onward to Calistoga for some wine tasting and ice cream. We returned later to Napa for an afternoon treat, a surprisingly vibrant Farmers Market.
Click to Play The Very Very Very Lazy Lazy Ladybug as read by His Spriteness. One busy morning as I am rushing about the house deep in my morning ritual of putting on my cornflakes and pouring nice cold milk over a bowl of underwear, I heard a voice. It was talking, conversing, telling a story. I easily recognised the voice as that of my own child (now THAT'S parenting for ya) but it was different somehow. It wasn't whining, pleading for some sticky sugary food item he is not allowed. It wasn't crying because the house next door was painted the wrong color. It wasn't screaming, shrieking at the top of his lungs, just to see if it's true that Daddies eyeballs start to bleed from sound over 21,000hz frequency and 120db of amplitude. No, this sound was quite, peaceful, conversational. I stopped to listen for a moment, half expecting to hear a secret conversation with a new found imaginary friend, or worse. For him to be speaking in Aramai...
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