
At around 2.30 this afternoon, I seriously began to think that the boys would embed Brio trains in to each others eye sockets if I didn't take action, pronto. We've done our best over the past two weeks, but entertaining two small boys for 12+ hours a day, when you have severe sniffle snuffles, is no joke. They've had more than their fair share of screen time and I've felt like an accomplished parent if they've eaten something not sourced from Birdseye. So, I persuaded Ben, aged 3 and easily cajouled into most things, and forced Thomas, aged 5 and determined to do the opposite of what's required at all times, to head out for a walk.