bitanic

The big one didn't eat much when he got home, considering he'd been tricked into cycling eleven and a quarter miles and hadn't had much for his late lunch-picnic. Apart from a tendency to drift into the middle of the path when people were approaching and then claim he was on the left when requested to move thereto he was markedly less what-does-this-button-do than yesterday. The small one is still throwing random things in random directions and didn't sleep enough, resulting in a minor strop about not wanting to go on the big slide and wanting and not wanting his water bottle when we popped past the big slide on the way home.