All I seem to have done this weekend is run after Rebecca's nephew and sleep. We had him at the beach at Crawfordsburn today, which ended in me getting soaked to my knees and covered from head to toe in sand. Apparently they do call this period the 'terrible twos'.
He is a real meglomaniac, and claims everything is his, if you are having a drink, he will hold his hands out and say 'My Drink' until you give him a drink from your glass. Today he claimed ownership to an aeroplane , 'my plane' he exclaimed as it flew over, this was closely followed by the very comical statement 'my sky!!'.