Pomme pomme pomme pomme

Sylvan symphony for well behaved kids. 

I'm not even sarcastic. 
They've been great since 8 AM when they occupied themselves with colourful drawings and improvised fashion shows while their hungover dads were slowly trying to come back to life. 

I don't quite understand. Managing the 5 kids was actually easier than managing my three on their own. 
Perhaps that's it. Five is the magic number. 
I should quiz Mrs Raheny on her feelings about twins. 
I reckon it would be the best option. A little bit challenging for the first couple of weeks, perhaps the first 3 months even. And then done.
Happy family of 7. 

That will be my topic of conversation when she comes back from Barcelona at 2 AM.