There's always one...

Harvest Festival this afternoon.  The eldest (nursing a heavy cold) did so well and did his very best, the youngest wasn't exactly feeling the love for the whole thing.  When I took this, all the other children were faced the right way and not hosting a face saying 'I'd rather be somewhere else'. 

Today I'm grateful for: 
The eldest getting a great sleep last night, he did 12 hours straight and had to be woken up this morning (that never happens) 
The boys, despite crying out for TV when they came home, played so nicely together for ages and forgot about it