When you have three kids, and you lose one of them (temporarily of course) things just become easier. I have heard this is true no matter how many you have. For instance, if you have four, having three is significantly easier, and of course going down to one is a doddle. It doesn't matter which one, or which two, the dynamic changes and there's a bit of a novelty factor.
So, this afternoon I was left with the two youngest while my eldest social butterfly went on a sleepover. During the afternoon they went from niggling each other, dobbing and sniping about minor infringements, to playing beautifully together.
Although I did make it easy for them. First we went to Max Brenner for chocolate dips. One each. They've never had one each before, they've always had to share. It was kid heaven.
|After. Talk about good use of chocolate.|
|And a little bit of wave chasey.|
|Ok so the waves aren't that big. But they were big enough to cause a lot of screaming and giggling.|