Yesterday we went out early. I cleared the car of frost, bundled both children into it, bribed EldestGirl to be good, with the promise of tat from the pound shop, and went to our local farmers’ market. I am not sure if it can honestly be called a farmers’ market. There was one stall selling sausages, one stall selling three (count them, three) types of cheese, and a bloke selling fishcakes. Still, we went. I attempted to teach EldestGirl about currency and transactions by buying some overpriced cheese, before realising that unfortunately I didn’t have any cash. Thankfully the market trader accepted ApplePay. What a world.
After the pound shop, we came back home for a healthy homemade lunch, read some of EldestGirl’s reading book, and then, after YoungestGirl’s nap, it was out to gym class for EldestGirl. After gym, straight home to make gingerbread, eat a healthy homemade dinner and then watch a film eating previously homemade gingerbread.
Basically I won parenting.
I thought we’d squeeze a quick FaceTime in with Grandma and Grandad. The conversation went like this:
Grandad: Is it cold there, EldestGirl?
EldestGirl: Dunno, we haven’t been outside today.
Grandma: What have you done today then?
Ungrateful little shits. From now on it’s the workhouse for them.