O the craic was moighty at the Spreagadh

(pronounced Spraga, or Spraw-gah if you are from South County Dublin, and say things like "Donnacha was oarf his head on mojitos and got his braces caught in Alexoundrah's brah, after the disco at the reggattah") 

Mimi is a big girl now.
Perhaps not in height, but pretty much in everything else. 

She's got her Spreagadh certificate now. It's an Irish word that means the-age-when-hanging-around-with-your-friends-in-Boredrum-shopping-centre-becomes-an-increasingly-tempting-option. 

Put that certificate away our little girl. 
There are still tons of fun family things to be done all together.
Like picking the scabs off your brothers. 
Or finding Smelly Willy mushrooms in the forest in September. 
Or gutting rabbits to make bunny burgers. 
Or counting eggy farts on long trips in the familial Dacia. 

You can stick that in your pipe and smoke it Dundrum Shopping Centre!