So, Mark at the tender age of 5 has gone to visit his grandparents for the week. He left us this note. I'll translate...
To Mum and Dad, I will have lots fun but miss you. Lots of love from Mark. Big hugs xxxxxxx
He's having a whale of a time and Daddy will go and pick him up on Friday. I am secretly very impressed at my independent boy.
I can remember having to be tearfully returned home from a sleepover aged about 7. It was all a bit too much when the mum gave me a dry toothbrush for my teeth (as opposed to one which was wet before the paste went on). Control freak? Me? Just a bit.
My in-laws live a 6 hour drive away, so there is no popping home for my boy. I'm glad he seems to be coping with the situation better than I did. In fact, I suspect Daddy may have to drag him reluctantly away at the end of his holiday.
Johnny keeps asking 'Where Mark?', but we've come away on a little trip of our own to see my folks, so that he's not pining for his brother at home. Andy has the rare treat of being at home sans children and is wielding a paintbrush (I hope) and catching up with a few overdue DIY jobs.