This afternoon we all cycled home from school together, and an hour after coming inside I realised that three of them never made it through the back door. Apparently Toots was teaching the boys cycle skills:
In a family with four loud kids, and ones that are prone to squeal/shout/whine/argue, it's not often you get an hour of absolute calm and contented playing, let alone one coming out of the blue. In fact, so rare is it that it reminded me of a specific photo in a years-old previous blog post (which didn't happen to be about playing contentedly at all) when I had the exact same feeling.
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