Burn To Memory

Most evenings, I find, are hustle, hustle, hustle. Eat your dinner! Use a fork! Get in the bath! Brush your teeth! Etc.

But very occasionally (like, rarely) you strike one where the dinner gets eaten, the jammies are on and everyone is happy. So happy the munchkins are allowed to stay up and play 'picnics' on the floor.



If only every evening were a battle-free zone...