We had a long train journey this weekend. We're good at long journeys! Us usually, we read, play, colour, chat about the scenery. And people say nice things about what NICE kids those are.
So we set off this weekend, picnic in hand. Sean and I had been out the night before and had a few glasses of wine with friends and stayed up too late, and the kids had convinced the babysitter to let them stay up too late, too. Max woke up on the wrong -WRONG - side of the bed. Nobody was in a nice mood. Max wanted to wear his impractical shoes and had to be convinced otherwise. We set off later than we expected, nearly missed our train and had to get all stressed out.
A nice family with nice-looking kids were near to us on the train, and usually we would have pooled resources with them and chatted, but as the journey continued they began to sort of huddle together, you know that way you do, as the kids snapped at one another and I muttered "Agh, cutitout" from behind my dark glasses. Max was teased for being grouchy, and kicked his dad in the shin.
"See Max? Aren't you glad you wore those practical boots? MUCH better for kicking Dad." Max actually burst out laughing and kicked Sean HARDER, so Sean held him down and took a picture of the inside of his nose.
The nice looking family got off at the next stop, or maybe just changed coaches. I wouldn't blame them. They were sort of holding hands and really appreciating one another. You know the way you do!