Sharing lollipops this afternoon. Of note: Whit dropped his on the pavement and put it right back in his mouth with my complete support (all together now: what a mom!)

Walking along the street, Grace noticed some trash. “Mum! I’m going to pick up this litter.”

Whit ran over to help her but she had snagged both the dirty plastic spoon and the plastic wrapper before he could reach them. He started crying “Wait! I want to help!”

Five minutes of whining and foot-dragging later, he turned mournfully to me:

“Mummy, there’s no glitter for me!!!”