The fifteenth of the Eighth Moon

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday and the grandparents had wanted to take M and L out to the Chinese Gardens to parade their annoying Big Bird plastic lantern and the plastic cake lantern with little styrofoam balls swirling in a globe to the midi tune of Happy Birthday. Just after I’d fed them both and got them showered and changed, it started to drizzle. Then a little more heavily. So there went their plans.

Yvonne and Marcus called us up at the right moment to ask us out for dinner at Popeye’s, so we drove down to T3 and had hell looking for seats. But as usual, the kids had a blast. Nothing could beat each other’s company.