Well, the screaming is what my kids have been doing today. My wife, since her trip to a mud pit has not been well and has been resting this morning, which means that they have felt the need to scream, and scream, and scream. That and not eat the lunch that she has made for us. Being a glutton is not a problem for either of them.
Earlier in the week, my wife took the kids to the Discovery Centre in Braintree. As anyone in the UK knows, it has been raining and raining. She thought that it would be inside. It was not. There were lots of bark chips about and things for kids to play on. The only problem was that the bark chips had been trodden into the mud. Walking down one hill with the kids she came to a puddle. She got my daughter to jump across. My son decided to as well, but while holding the hand of my wife and not telling her he was going to do this. One slip later, and my wife was in the mud. Getting up required her to put her hands in the mud, and my son, refused to hold her hand as it was caked in mud. Her coat, leggings and boots were covered. He decided then that he wanted to go home. The sensibile decision was to go to the toilets to try to wash some mud off. Fifteen minutes of washing in the toilets there, things were a bit better. Needless to say, it was a memorable trip for my wife and the kids. I am glad that I was at work instead!
Anyway, take care all.
Earlier in the week, my wife took the kids to the Discovery Centre in Braintree. As anyone in the UK knows, it has been raining and raining. She thought that it would be inside. It was not. There were lots of bark chips about and things for kids to play on. The only problem was that the bark chips had been trodden into the mud. Walking down one hill with the kids she came to a puddle. She got my daughter to jump across. My son decided to as well, but while holding the hand of my wife and not telling her he was going to do this. One slip later, and my wife was in the mud. Getting up required her to put her hands in the mud, and my son, refused to hold her hand as it was caked in mud. Her coat, leggings and boots were covered. He decided then that he wanted to go home. The sensibile decision was to go to the toilets to try to wash some mud off. Fifteen minutes of washing in the toilets there, things were a bit better. Needless to say, it was a memorable trip for my wife and the kids. I am glad that I was at work instead!
Anyway, take care all.
