Mr 6 is spending the last week of the holidays with his Gran and Grandad in Whangarei. We rang last night to see how he was getting on and all seems well. He'd been to the library with Gran and had got out a Richard Scarry book, one of his favourite authors. He devours the pages for machines and then goes and constructs them with his Mobilo. My conversation with him consisted of him telling me in excruciating detail how the wheat is grown, harvested, taken to the mill..... and finally made into flour.
Miss 2.5 is missing her brother. She had to speak with him twice on the phone and asked me, "Daddy getting Tim?" So sweet. Pity their interactions aren't always so tranquil. I feel like I need a blue beret at times, the amount of peace keeping that has to go on.