On Sunday evening, driving back from Pizza Hut where we'd enjoyed an indulgent dinner of pizza, garlic bread, potato wedges and a visit to the Ice Cream factory for Oliver, I said something I'd never said before: "the kids".
It made me smile as I realised what I'd said and its novelty made me point it out to Hayley. Perhaps this is the honeymoon period, but it's lovely to find ourselves talking about "the kids".
It was even lovelier this morning when Oliver and Lucy sat at opposite ends of the sofa like a pair of cute bookends. Oliver was watching "Togo and Nogo", a road safety cartoon DVD. Lucy was watching the fireplace.
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