On the rocks?

This afternoon at childcare, surrounded by all his teachers and ooddles of other parents, Devilboy was asked by his father what he would like for dinner. His very loud answer?

“Vodka”.

How embarassing…. he knows perfectly well that Wednesday night is Tequila night. Vodka on a Wednesday is so last year.

 

Good bye and good luck

Devilboy packed his bag this morning (with all the necessities – Elmo, a dinosaur and some sultanas) flung it nonchalantly over his three year old shoulder said his goodbyes and announced that he is off to climb the Eiffel Tower.

Bye bye my baby boy. Bonne chance.