From time to time, you may think you have your children civilized. Ready for company at least. If you want to test this theory, take your children into an intimate dining room filled with English people.
That was what we had to do, in order to eat our breakfast, whilst in Portsmouth. The kids spoke a little too loudly from time to time but nothing too noteworthy. The shock moment was when our sweet little Eliza Bea, opened her cherubic mouth and let out a belch that a truckie would have been proud of. There was a moment of stunned silence from everyone in the room - including Shane and I. Eliza beamed proudly while Sam and Lilli looked from us to her in rapid succession, Lil with a look of 'oh no' and Sam with a look of 'wow, that was a great burp'. I don't really know how quickly the talking resumed - couldn't hear it over the noise of the blood rushing in my ears. I do know that the woman at the table to our right had a little chuckle at it and both Shane and I found our remonstrances ineffective due to our own urges to giggle.
It was the next day that Sam announced he needed to stop the car and get the car seat out because he had lost his piece of rust, his fossil and his Midianites under it!! Looked everywhere - but those Midianites, they couldn't be found. Actually, I don't blame him for getting Annomite and Midianite mixed up as I had a similar thought when we were first reading up on all the annomite fossils on the beach.
Lastly, Lilli has given indication of how long this trip is feeling to her. We were walking through the grounds of Osbourne House, when Lilli announced abruptly, " By the time we get back, Grandpa will be in a golf cart!"
What the?!? oooohhhh. She means a Gopher. Heehee. Sorry Neil. She has written you off.
We convinced her that nothing would be that different to when we left - but we do hope you are feeling and keeping well Neil!
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