At 5:17 this morning, Jess headed off. I watched her journey from the kitchen window whilst waiting for the kettle to boil. Two crossed arms raised in the air, in typical 'no deal' fashion, facing in my direction, indicated a no-show. At 6 o'clock, Sarah, for whatever reason headed off for a double-check. The pounding of her gumbooted feet could be heard thundering down the hill, the shrieking "there's a piglet, there's a piglet", signal for all kids to abandon breakfast and be gone.
Kicking and screaming, children finally were dropped at school, and over the course of the day Mama provided us with nine shiny new playthings.
Far more exciting than the lastest Wii accessory, I am hoping to re-claim my children sometime closer to Christmas.