EDitorial ± 5-Feb-2006

Mine's A Hawaiian

Getting the kids out of the house is akin to herding kittens. After the Big Decision to venture out with Dad on their bikes came (a) the battle for the lone bodywarmer, (b) the sulking about having to go fetch a long-sleeved top, (c) the grumps over being told to tuck trousers in socks, and (d) the whining re wearing a coat over a fleece. And then, once finally on eight wheels, we had the deliberate go-slow by Eldest.

But things improved and got much jollier later. Coming back, The Boy wanted to know what was for tea: begins with an "H", I said. He thought long & hard before guessing: "Pizza?"