Pre-bedtime TV, earlier this evening, The B's turn to choose the programme.
He sprang a surprise.
"The Little Princess please," he said, his cheeks reddening, his embarrassment clear.
It was a good one, though, all about a tadpole, the episode leading to an impromptu nature quiz.
Me: "What do tadpoles grow into?"
The B: "Frogs?"
Impressed, I thought I'd try another.
Me: "What do caterpillars grow into?"
The B: "Butterflies."
There followed a short pause as he tried to work something out in his head.
The B: "What do dogs grow into?"
One question too far.
It was a good day today, this morning The B at nursery, me and The G doing a little shopping and then heading to the playground.
Later, post-nap (hers, not mine, I'm sad to report), the three of us went for a special treat, the ice cream parlour, two scoops each.
Me: Strawberry and Cookies & Cream.
The G: Caramel and Chocolate Flake.
The B: Bubblegum and Turkish Delight.
The G's was the tastiest, The B's the most colourful.
It took a couple of hours for the effects of the E-numbers to wear off.
Still, it was nice, the three of us together. Just the three of us, that is.
It'll be the last time for a couple of weeks, holidays start tomorrow, visiting family, both sets of grandparents.
This is it for a while, I'm taking a break. From the blog, from being a SAHD.
But never fear, I shall return, the respite is sure to be short-lived.
The B and The G will see to that.