Don't mind if I do thank you!

Friday morning breakfast is always special. The younger grandson shares my wheaty bangs and toast. The hardest decision is whether we have red or yellow jam first.

Daniel was miles away, full of toast and Sugar Puffs as he lolled in the early morning light. Flossie decided to help consume his last bit of toast. Great thievery by the little baggage.

Grandpa has just got the hard look from the mother of the children. Apparently me telling them that the chocolate covered raisins they were devouring as a treat were in fact chocolate covered rabbit poo was not the "done" thing. Well it is now. The elder of the two was falling off his chair at Grandpa's description and wagging of his hands with buck teeth to indicate how they would end up looking if they kept on munching rabbit poo. Laughter, the very best medicine, even though it does drop me in it most times.