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You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth

Kahlil Gibran

Last week was another quiet one in the Battle House as we sheltered from the hot sun during the day before our routine afternoon swims before dinner. However, on Saturday morning we ventured into Tavira market with my parents to get spices, for a homemade curry mix, and some meat supplies for our first barbecue of the summer.

BattleKid spotted something, while munching on a sweet given to him by the spice lady, and shouted “oh look mummy, pumpkins”. Thanks Cindarella. He also found himself a nice seat that was just the right size for him outside, as we wandered through the car boot stalls outside.

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Munching a sweet beside the pumpkins
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Found himself a seat that was just the right size for him

On Sunday morning he decided to tell both BattleDad and I a story and regaled us with a tale of witches and dragons, while a car was involved. This is him doing a “Rawr” and driving the car!

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Rawr
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Driving the car in his “story”

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