Teddy Bear's Picnic

The boys and I went to Tescos on Tuesday for some essentials and also some non-essentials like poster paint, which I can't seem to get in Whitley Bay (?).  While we were there Sam spotted a "homework helper" for literacy,  ages 6 to 8.  You know the sort of thing, puzzles and quizes that feel like games, but are at the same time, educational.  It was expensive (a fiver!) but I thought it would do him good to keep practicing all he has worked so hard to learn, so I got it for him.  He was paging through it before tea tonight and getting excited about some of the activites and eventually asked if he could do some, 'of course!' was my reply (trying to disguise the eagerness).  And then, to my horror, he started - completely randomly - in the middle of the book!  I had to go into the utility room to stop myself from telling him he had to start at the beginning and work his way methodically through!! Oh my god, how sad am I?  Whatever happened to the footloose, fancy free me? When did I become so anal?  Is it just getting older?  Blimey.

On the fun mum side, we had a teddy bear's picnic this afternoon which was much enjoyed by the 3 of us and the 3 hundred teddies...
All the food was healthy as I knew I would be bribing them with sweets this afternoon!  We lounged about (on the teddies) and chatted about the things  little boys find interesting, specifically lego, the planes which won the world war (the Apache apparently)... and poo