My parents are dorks. We went over the road to watch the light show on the harbour skyscrapers this evening, only it was raining and they BOTH wore their Berghaus coats. Honestly - good thing I won't see any other kids I know - and my mum was wearing her oh-so-practical Merrell sandals to add to my embarassment (she reckons they are handy for longhaul flights).
The lights were so-so. I was lying under my pushchair trying to work the wheels out so missed most of it. Afterwards we went back to the hotel restaurant for the evening buffet. Up rolls my mum with a plate of beef and rice and veggies. Ha! Not a chance - I just packed away a bread roll, broke wind (loudly, one cheek of my bottom raised) and shouted "more cake". I got my own way because they are bushwhacked, so I raised the game by shouting "Balamory on" and was settled on the sofa with PC Plum quick as a flash.
I love my life.
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