Nice!

 We were at a friend's birthday celebration- food was very good, the people funny, and when we were in our car driving back home, son phoned and told us that we are invited for lunch tomorrow, but that DiL needed hubby's bacon for sarmale. He'd come and pick it up. He came with both sons, but only one made it back home to mummy. Cassian begged for a sleepover. Apparently his dad does not approve of the bad habits he picked up in kindergarten, and son needs a time-out. That was what Cassian told us. I tried very hard to keep my facial expression neutral, but failed spectacularly. That child is a hit, comes after his father. I vividly remember the day, when I told number two that he had to keep his fingers off the mixer and the flour. When I came back a few seconds later, the whole kitchen was white. Guess what son told me? Wasn't me, the sandman has been here! Must have said so, because a lot of flour had made it into his eyes, and what does the sandman, the nice one, do but spread sand, without mixer, of course? I think son two must have been around four then...
So instead of crocheting I have to do a quick clean-up of the studio. At least Cassian's bed is ready for use, the little Christmas tree is still working, and I still have nosedrops for children- next runny nose alarm!