Friday was thrilling. Not only was there the class assembly (I noticed they cynical mum behind me had brought her soduku in with her). Son remembered his two sentences, and almost remembered to say them in the right order. We were Proud Parents (didn't cry though). Then, his twin friends came round for the first ever Sleepover. We had egg and chips and running and screaming and trifle and chocolate crispies and more running and screaming until about nine o'clock, by which time they'd all conked out in one room. The Twins were just beside themselves with the excitement of having their big brother and his two friends sleeping on their floor. Hubby very sensibly worked late that night and only got home in time to read them all a story and say goodnight. Odd how the fullness of his in-tray seems to coincide with the number of visitors to our house...