To my intense surprise out on our weekly supermarket trip this week my three little leg hangers all behaved impeccably. So much so on the drive home I gushed to them about their behaviour and whilst telling them how great they were and not paying attention to my surroundings twin boy caught me in a vulnerable moment and asked if because they had been good could they have a treat.
“Of course” I replied, thinking a Freddo or a fudge, maybe even half an hour of Scooby Doo.
“Wicked,” said twin boy, “can we go there.”