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.
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Pancakes will do it every time!
ReplyDeleteAt least they were writing, right?
ReplyDeleteI love that the path to their heart (i.e. their stomach!) begins early!!
ReplyDeleteJust never ask him to pick between you and the Lego. Trust me on this.
ReplyDeleteI've never been given the high standing of a Lego. Maybe a Lincoln log, but never a Lego. Way to go!
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