Washing the Car

Tired in the morning, tired in the evening.

Celebrating Burns Night at nursery, CyclopsJnr had haggis, neeps and tatties for morning snack, a variety of Scottish music, and the Gruffalo in Scots.  He even painted his own tartan.

Later we washed the car and messed about in the puddles we made, built a tank from a kit Grandma had got for him, and desperately tried to keep him awake long enough to eat dinner!

Poor exhausted wee scrap.