Again...

It started out as a relaxed family outing, suggested by 2.5-year-old L (for some reason it constitutes the most exciting day out ever). However, after lunch and a relatively successful negotiation of the children's area, it all went massively pear-shaped in the warehouse: tantrums, refusal to hold hands, escape attempts, general breakdowns all round. Why do we do this to ourselves? I get to repeat the experience tomorrow, but mercifully without the toddler... ;-)