5 years of parenting in New Zealand mean that a late night complaint from the littliest lady about an "itchy bumbum" culminates in a swift self-diagnosis of pinworm, comfirmed by a quick trip to the bathroom at 2am. Husband pops into the chemist at 9am for deworming tablets (cheerfully distributed to the whole family) and we're sorted.
Just in time for kayaking and sand play at the beach with Val. It was a beautiful morning and the water was lovely. Our youngest two were not so thrilled about the kayaks but they gave it a go.
We ended the outing with lunch at Sal's, a firm favourite for their massive pizzas.
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