Three young swans power their way up over the dunes, their white wings still tinged with brown.
It's the last day of the half-term holiday today, and it dawned clear, cold and sunny. A perfect morning for boys, who will have to spend the rest of the week at their desks, to be out of doors. And so the conversation went like this...
Me: Come on kids, it's a glorious day. Let's take the dog-of-small-brain for a romp on the beach.
Boys (chorus): Oh no, we want to stay here and play ipad/wii/computer. We don't want to go out. You're so unreasonable, worst mother in the world. We hate you.
Me(teeth gritted): Sigh....
Then, approximately three hours later, dosb is exhausted from chasing a sandy ball, I'm about to drop from hunger, and boys 1 and 2 are busy with an enormous sandcastle complex, which includs a cunning man-trap to break the ankles of the unwary, the conversation goes like this...
Me: Uh, kids, I've nothing with me for lunch, it's time to go home.
Boys (chorus): AWWWWWWWWWWWW!
Me: You can play on the ipad/wii/computer when we get home.
Boys: Oh no, we want to stay here and play with our sandcastles. We don't want to go home. You're so unreasonable, worst mother in the world. We hate you.