Middle boys want to go to local soft play centre – a Saturday pootling at home had been planned, but they are bored and restless and in need of something else.
But No.1 is having a rough day – full mornings in school for five days have taken their toll and he is in need of (and happy to be) just being in his room building lego and listening to Harry Potter.
Middle boys crushed at once again bowing to No.1’s incapacity.
They don’t resent him, but the resigned acceptance makes me feel really really rubbish.
Bah.
