Port of call

The kids wake up from a late nap and we go off for ice cream with Ommi (Uncle). It's delicious, but Ali as usual decides he doesn't like his. We drive down to a small port and sit on the rocks, refreshed by the breeze off the sea. Leila and Ali are playing that rocks are cars. Leila decides to turn one into a stage, and begins to sing. Ali follows suit, singing a wordless, keychanging, tuneless song (usually he's pretty good) and waving his arms theatrically. "I'm singing to the fishes," he tells me.