This was our five year-old grandson's way of explaining that he still had room for dessert. And as dessert was ice cream, who could blame him?
It was Mothers Day, fine but freezing, and my daughter and I were treated to the most perfect family lunch at a harbour-side beach restaurant.
The beach was all but deserted, but inside the place was a-buzz with activity. So many mothers to feed!
We started with something pink and bubbly.
I am so pleased that the crafty gene has passed through to our seven year-old granddaughter, who taught me to finger knit while we awaited the arrival of our entrée.
What do you think?
She may not have the artistic talent of her older sister, but Middle Child is passing on her yarn skills to her own daughter.
With great success.
I hope you all had the most wonderful Mothers' Day. I know we did.