It all worked out pretty well, of course, with Sofia entertaining my Mum while my Dad sat reading back-issues of Elise's medical magazine, and Maya and little Hannah playing while big Hannah cooked. I didn't have much to do, thinking back. The main form of discipline was bribery - isn't it always? - including frozen yogurt, French toast, and a trip to see Madagascar 3. Elise and Elliot returned a day later looking years younger. We've been home for a few hours, during which we've been enjoying the silence.
The secret of management is delegation.
The Singer sisters. Look out world.
Delegation #2.
...because these pelicans eat them.
Delegation #3.
"If you're naughty I won't let you have a fifth tub of frozen yogurt...ok, but definitely not a sixth."
Who could resist French toast cooked by this guy? Bonjour!
Oh, I forgot to mention: when we arrived on Saturday morning Elliot revealed that they have a rat living in their garage conversion. Where Hannah and I were sleeping. There was a fair bit of snuffling and scratching in the night, although most of it was Hannah. We did find "evidence" the next morning, which I collected in a plastic zip-lock for further examination. Yes, we have such low self-esteem that we will babysit overnight and share a room with a plague-carrying rodent. I've always wondered why people with children are so friendly to us...
