Tonight was the annual pre-autumn half term school disco, with a spooky theme as usual.
Also as usual, the Boy loved it and is in full on sugar filled, adrenaline fueled mode. The Girl never really enjoys it and, for the first time this year, exercised her right not to go. Instead she hung out with me dishing out hotdogs to the masses.
Somewhat predictably, the Boy’s trident lasted all of about 43 seconds before it broke.