This is a clip of us having fun while holidaying in Majorca, Spain. It was one of the best holidays ever, full of 'not doing anything' moments. Lying down and just chilling on the beach, waddling and playing in the swimming pool, lazing around like the happy people on the cover of glossy magazines. Or those happy families at the happy endings of movies. However, at three years and a bit, you went ballistic at the mere mention of venturing near the Sea. Not happy ballistic but scared ballistic! You refused, or rather, revolted at the idea of getting anywhere close to where the gentle waves might slosh on your feet. On one hand, the parent in me still draws an assurance from your particularly safe approach. On the other hand the sans-sea-experience child in me cries out for you to step forth, splash away and never miss a chance to mingle with the mighty sea. On the last day of our holiday, after all gentle cajoling, bribes and promises had failed, ...