Therefore I didn't go to any cherry tree shops this morning on route to the messy play I often take the Prince too, as I was too ill to go. Instead, I slept until 10am and the husband was a trooper and did everything for me.
The Prince feasted on strawberries when I finally got out of bed and then scoffed - unbeknown to me at first - ALL the Chocolate Fingers in the fridge whilst I was making a chicken casserole. Then I turned around and he had opened the wine cooler and was walking around with a bottle of Chardonnay! Another Eek! moment.
Talking of Eek! moments, the Prince HATES getting his hands dirty. It traumatises him. So from time to time, I entertain myself by giving him a sticky jam tart. He loves them and always forgets the end result!
|Secondhand clothes of course!|
|Beginning to dawn on him...|