This was the edge of the car roof this morning, snapped as I bundled Boy Three in to take him to nursery. I just love a bright frosty morning. My very favourite. If I could live somewhere guaranteed sharp and clear air with blue skies, I’d be off now.
Baby, it’s cold outside. And this is what the little treasures had left on my car window this morning. I wonder how long before I’m getting rude words and pictures of willies instead of grinning faces.