At the Gallery

This morning we did playdoh for a bit, watched the CBeebies "Tortoise and the Hare Ballet" (he wouldn't be dragged away from it) then went to the National Gallery of Modern Art.  How middle class.  In our defence, we went in the hope of finding a babyccino, and the fact he enjoyed the art was a plus.  He loved the Tracey Emin painting with lumps of Elephant dung stuck to it, an abstract in red and yellow that he thought looked like fire, and a sculpture he said looked like a slide.  Oh, he loved the babyccino with marshmallows too.

Later we played in the snow, then MrsCyclops came home and we call caught up with each other.

What a lovely day!