Do you want sky or do you want Sky?



We took Jamie out for a run around the local playground this morning, the first time he'd been able to exercise his lungs this side of Christmas.

And did we feel bad for keeping him housebound for so long? 

Not initially.  It's been cold, icy and, well, it's been Christmas. 

But then he came out with a line that killed me. 

Just as we were about to re-enter the outside world, Jamie bellowed:  "Daddy, I want to see the sky!"

Gutted.

Meanwhile, his sister - papossed to Mummy - wasn't even slightly enthused to be feeling the breeze on her person. 

She may not have much hair at the present time, but it was definitely being buffeted.