Last week I had a day off work, and N the day off holiday club. The decision was made to have a day trip to London. Of course there were lots of ‘I don’t want to go on a boat/don’t want to go/don’t know what I want to dos’ before and during the trip. But the weather was beautiful and we did in fact get to do everything to plan as well as N enjoying it.
But most important for the day was the eating out. N, like me, loves to eat out and have a treat. When we were deciding where to eat, all N cared about was getting food NOW. So out came my money off vouchers as we were standing right outside Pizza Express.
N had pasta as usual, and I looked up to see him scraping out the remaining garlic butter from his dough balls, and putting it onto his pasta. I didn’t catch a photo of him trying to then lick out the bowl. I do teach him table etiquette, I swear.