Someone said to me recently that I hardly ever blogged about weekend or school holiday adventures that included all three of us.
They'd be right.
Because trips out with the three of us don't happen very often.
The dynamics change.
It isn't fun.
Especially if you happen to be Mummy.
Here's an example.
The Brainy One and The Boy Child were ready to go to the park before I was. They don't bother so much with the social niceties of showering or teeth cleaning.
I found them in the park's cafe.
"Oh, it's you," said The Boy Child.
"He's been great ... until you arrived!" said The Brainy One.
"You should go home," said The Boy Child.
And went shopping.