Ah, parenting.
Isn't it just a collection of milestones mingled in with a bunch of crazy scary stuff?
This morning (freezing cold, blazing blue skies) Henry and I went off to feed the ducks with all the leftover bread from Christmas. As we strolled back through Hometown we popped into see 'Uncle Merv' our friendly baker and sponsor of my teenage record buying habits. Then, with not much to do but drink a cup of milk and munch a snack it hit me.
Why not?
Sure we could?
Yeah!
While I ploughed my way through a mansize-mega-munch-olympic-London2012-we won the war-hero-1966-allyoucaneat-disco- HenryCooper-breakfast special, Henry drank his milk and munched on some white bread and butter.
All around us blokes ate their breakfast and read newspapers, the waitresses were jolly and the tea piping hot.
Our first solo outing to a proper British greasy spoon caff.
1 comment:
Aw too cute and what's great is you got a pic of it.
I'm very impressed that you remembered to bring his sippy cup with you.
Very sweet post:)
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