Shuffle

I’m doing the annual clothes shuffle, whereby everyone’s clothes get moved down to the next smallest person in size. Obviously, this only applies to the fab four – Hub & I aren’t getting any bigger (I hope) and the scope for Scooter to pass anything down is somewhat limited, although not as limited as his options for inheriting his sister’s clothes. We seem to have a disproportionate amount of tops, to bottoms.

Later, I ask them what they would like for your snack: “You can have shreddies in a little white bowl, cheerios in a little white bowl, a banana or raisins”
“I can’t choose” wails Scooter, “can I have all of them, please?”