Tractors under the table

The boys, came into the kitchen with their tractors and played together under the table whilst I cooked dinner.  Neither of them really ate very much at dinner, but that's beside the point. 

We had friends come  over this morning to play, the boys pretty much behaved themselves, aside from the odd argument that only brothers can have... 

I popped into town with the youngest to do the food shop after lunch, he fell asleep just as we got to the shop and I did the whole shop with him fast asleep on my shoulder. I had a pretty dead arm by the end of it and was very grateful to the check-out lady for unpacking the trolley and then packing my bags.  Tired little boy.