Pedal to the metal.

I took B out for breakfast today. The Mr was on a training course and we needed a bit of an incentive to head out into the rain. So, once we'd both done justice to our brekkie I looked down to see B's bunny shoes resting on the sewing machine treadles under the table. Just too cute.

I was still suffering from the slight embarrassment of looking for a hole to drop into at the supermarket checkout. B had pointed out in that kind of child whisper that projects miles that the gentleman behind us only had drink (about 24 litres of economy cider) and toilet paper (1 pack) in his trolley. We had been discussing "wasting money" on the way around the shop, and how buying lots and lots of the same thing could be wasteful when you don't really need that much. She was wondering if he knew he might be wasting his money...