Well, it's started already here at 88....my daughter (all of 5 years old) has borrowed my stuff to go out in. We went for an Italian meal last night en famille as a treat. H wore her beautiful ballerina dress with sparkly shoes and of course had to borrow mummy's sparkly bag to go with it. What do you put in your bag though when you're 5 years old? No mobile, no money, no make-up, no diary. The answer: two little bottles of perfume ....well you never know when you might smell....and some tissues. You might even offer a slap of scent to your brother (C) if you think he could do with freshening up.
It was a lovely evening. Two children old enough now to stay seated. Our son can even read the menu now although the Italian did prove a tad difficult for both adults and child alike. In fact the only person to misbehave was dad who forgot a pen so we couldn't play hangman. Shock horror..we had to make conversation. Grazie!
P.S. The photo makes it look like Cinderella had to leave the restaurant in a hurry and leave her slippers and bag on the grass and run.....I'm sure David did pay the bill??
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