We like to "play" restaurant. I take orders, Pete (age 3) sets the table - sort of. I don't change his set up. It's his work and he is proud, beamingly so. The other night, the boys came up to my granny flat and we had a "restaurant" spaghetti dinner. They were so cute, and so excited. They ate very well, but when it came to cleaning up I am afraid I was the Little Red Hen and did most of that by myself!
This morning, I was greeted by these two grand boys at 7:30 am. They came running up the stairs in their jammies and I was just getting up. I said "Who wants restaurant breakfast?" and they both said "Yea!" so that's what we did.
Henry (now 6, with his first tooth gone and the next one on its way out) wanted to write down the "orders" including his own. Here's his…
|Not that you need a translation, but this reads:|
orange juice, French toast, cake, and cherry juice!
Hope you are all having a great weekend. Enjoy!