Least of all is his ability to be a boy again and do crazy boy things that Mummsy Woosy Pants won't do.
Like stand precariously close to rough seas in rain storms gripping onto them to stop them being washed back into the sea (my words not reality - relax Peeps).
I was just glad to be back on dry'ish ground gripping onto my other son who wisely decided not to play with Dad that day.
And they had a blast.
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