Lately Isabelle has been rather obsessed by shadows (no, not the Cliff Richard kind), just her own. Like Ben Hur, it’s a big cast.
At Rufford Park Iz was fascinated by their lengths, especially as she walked with Sarah, and was rather disgruntled when I stepped over hers.
Later on that day, when Isabelle was getting ready for bed, she also noticed the shadows on the wall – so I promptly did three slight variations of dogs, the only shadow animals which I can do. Iz took great delight in trying to emulate my feeble finger puppetry.
Needless to say we won’t be showing Isabelle the ending of Ghost at any point soon, where the shadows come and drag the bad guy to hell. Getting Iz off to sleep can be hard enough as it is!
Dawn of the Dad 