These are my two children, Moozles and Dubz. We’re getting our first-floor bathroom renovated next week so yesterday we went to the bathstore to pick out a new suite and towel rail. Husband and I were nervous about the trip, but neither of us wanted to miss out on shopping for our bathroom (which is a bit sad, when typed out).
Moozles, who will be six in a few weeks, in normally fine though there is the occasional bout of moaning when running errands. But Dubz, who turns two in May, is always a handful. And I mean ALWAYS. Since he started walking at 12 months, he has transformed into a Tasmanian Devil. He goes around, quickly, in a whirlwind of destruction. But, it turns out, the bath store is a small person’s paradise despite the lack of ice cream. The kids ran around and laughed and played for an entire hour. No grumps, and nothing broken. Apparently playing in showers and bathtubs is akin to going to the soft play. Moozles repeatedly told me how much fun she was having. I think we’ve found our new standby rainy day weekend activity. 😉