A mate had to suddenly head off to Palmie North for a few hours yesterday and as his wife was working, I got a call to see if I could look after Master Ten and Miss Six.
Normally looking after demon spawn is not high on my list of things to do on a Friday and I was resigned to several hours of losing at pick up sticks. However the kids asked if they could go to the beach, and as my instructions said nothing about avoiding drowning, off we went.
Wellington is not actually renowned for great beaches, but have to say Oriental Bay was great. The kids swam, played on the playground and built sandcastles, while I made conversations with the many Mums there, pretending they were mine.
The best thing of them not being your own kids are that when they say “Can we have ice creams” you don’t have to pause to say yes. And then “Can we have a double scoop” the answer is still yes and “Can we have a triple scoop” also gets a yes. After all I don’t have to look after them when the sugar high hitsTags: DPF, Wellington