There as no jammies this time, but ice cream with toddlers always requires a change of clothes after so may as well wait, right?
It was the perfect combination: The kids ran off energy and the parents got sugared up.
Harry ignored his spoon and dug his face right in. He was so cold by half way through that he was shaking! He gave up to go play with the girls instead.
We've also been watching concerts in jammies, visiting in jammies, squeezing in some more playtime outside in jammies. And of course enjoying some wine after dinner in jammies.
What are your favourite after dinner trips?
And my brother has left the personal webpage world to join the blogging ranks: No Kathy Lee. (Can you guess what his name is?) Mostly about daytime drama, all you soap-ers!