First Born had a friend over to the house this weekend for a sleepover (a poorly named ritual which seems, as far as I can tell, to have absolutely NOTHING to do with sleeping). FB and SB decamped to our spare room with Guest Boy, after home made pizza and ice cream, for a Dr Who marathon. There was also something called "The Dragon Ritual" which involved much writing of scripts and wearing of assorted masks dug out of the old dressing up bag. I didn't ask too many questions about that bit. It scared me slightly.
In the morning I made pancakes which GB greeted with great enthusiasm. Such enthusiasm indeed that I was told the two best things in the world are apparently Lego and me. I seriously doubt that sentiment lasted much longer than it took to wipe the last smear of maple syrup from his chin, but it was good while it lasted.