Two-year-old Mason came over to Wynnum with his granddad today to see the whales. Firstly, they popped in at Tingalpa to pick me up and we all went to see Uncle Henry (of “Henry, eating all the Twisties!” fame – you have to be an Australian of a particular age to remember the old commercial!); then it was off to Lota for the best hamburgers since sliced bread (and I even managed to do a bit of match-making for Henry – with a lovely single lady we met there!).

“When are we going to the park?” Mason uttered in his own inimitable way (at least that’s what we thought he meant).

“Soon,” I assuaged.

“After we’ve finished our hamburgers,”  Uncle Henry gave Mason a nice chip that had cooled down.

And, after some flirting and chatting-up between Henry and the blonde lady with the bubbly personality (he hopes – we all hope – she will give him a call), we eventually made it to perhaps the best  play-park ever, which happens to be on Wynnum sea front near the wading pool. We were walking on the path that meanders through the tables under the trees when Mason spotted an interesting female called Molly. Molly liked Mason well enough, and was quite friendly to our gorgeous charge but when she saw Henry (“eating all the Twisties!”) it was a case of love at first sight.

As you can see from the photographs, we all had a whale of a time…