The new Nanny took the boys out to meet some friends who are also Nanny's and who have children of their own.
She said when they got home that she was amazed how polite and well mannered they are. This made me grow about four inches, swollen with pride. My boys ARE polite. At least to people who aren't me. They ARE well behaved, well mannered, nice boys.
The boys seem to have had a great day too - Jellybean was telling me all about it.
"We went to a big factory Mummy, and I played there. I did climbing and I did jumping but I didn't do sliding because there are no slides."
He thinks "Whatshername" is very nice (she has babysat for us a number of times before, so they all knew each other before today, so he does know her name) and she is fun and made him a nice packed lunch.
Midget Gem was in a great mood when I got home and they both played brilliantly with me for a couple of hours before bed. Ace.
The lowlight of the day, however, came when Jellybean approached, hand outstretched, saying "Can you eat this Mummy, I am too full" - I thought it was going to be a bit of biscuit or something - but no. It was a bogey.
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