Hiding Again

The kids were great this morning - until The Cygnet was asked to get dressed so we could take him and his sister out for a wee adventure.

Then the shit hit the fan.

The next person who says they are 'cute' or 'gorgeous' or 'adorable' is likely to get a slapping.

My mood was grimmer than the clouds when I stormed out with the dog to prevent me committing murder.

The closest we got to any kind of adventure was finding the trolley hiding from the sun as opposed to hiding from the rain the other day.

In the afternoon he was going "super fast" on his scooter.
Shortly after this he went so "super fast" he lost control and flew through the air with the greatest of ease.
Luckily he did it onto grass and didn't hurt anything but his pride.

They have been warned that if their behaviour is the same tomorrow then they really will be sorry and in a lot of pain.