If you looked closely at the pictures in my last post, you would have noticed a magnificent winter wonderland. Be-decked with lights, a completely over the top and not at all to scale mad Christmas offering that was my pride and joy. Look:
I had such big plans for it. A cast of thousands were to be paraded within this hallowed Scandi shelf. Look again:
Is it not beautiful?
Factor in one three year old, who got out of the wrong side of the bed, and my winter wonderland was razed to the ground in seconds. For the next half an hour or so, I really didn't like this little boy. My edible angel displayed the sort of behaviour normally reserved for busy supermarkets and post office queues.
But the little boy began an immediate damage limitation exercise. He hastily glued and stuck and fixed and arranged. He told me he loved me. He cuddled me and said sorry. He came up with this:
What do you do?
Tell me what would you do?