My sweet girls

This evening the girls said to me 'put your feet up mummy, we'll get your dinner for you'.  So I let them.  Off they went into the kitchen, lots of crashing about duly ensued, and then, one broken glass later, they proudly presented me with - a grated carrot and lemon juice sandwich.  Which they watched me eat and, of course, enjoy.  Fortunately, they had also thoughtfully provided me with a very large glass of lemonade to go with it.  Followed by a cereal bar.  They were so sweet though and so proud of themselves, it makes my heart melt, even if my tastebuds weren't entirely in agreement.