Big Mouth

Grace & I spent a lovely morning/early afternoon together today: quality time in the park on the swings and slides, and also at Grace's "shop," an ad hoc invisible store with no actual merchandise, usually on a swing set behind bars, but where every item costs the same price.
Grace, what are you selling?
"tea."
How much is it?
"100 pounds."
what else?
"marmite."
How much is that?
"100 pounds"
And also?
"butter."
It costs...
"100 pounds"

I believe this shop has been bankrolled by mum.

Then we went and had a lovely lunch followed by some shopping for Sarah for Christmas and several diaper changes in Barnes and Noble. She pulled the classic poop 5 minutes after the diaper change. Tights, shoes, etc. Lather, rinse repeat.

She fell asleep in the stroller on the way home, and Sarah traded with me and took over, prolonging the nap as long as possible on the move.

As soon as she woke up she exclaimed, "Daddy bought mommy a shirt in the running shop."

Thanks, blabbermouth. She also copped to me giving her the fizzy apple juice at lunch. Didn't think to mention the lovely salmon & wild rice with wheatberries. Typical.