I love the randomness of chat between my children. We were sitting in a garden centre café, this afternoon.
Hugh (4): 'Mum, why does everyone have noses?'
Tess (3): 'Well, Hugh..., chickens don't have noses, (righteous glint in her eye) they just have mouths that go peck, peck, peck.'
I managed to make colouring-in a caterpillar picture last 25 minutes. Enough to get the full relaxation of an unrushed latte. Progress, undoubtedly.