Sugary little bastards.
My midweek ritual of hot chocolate and late brekky with my wee men is no more, and I didn’t think I was missing them.
Until they sat my hot chocolate in front of me. Those two little marshmallows are stolen by my wee men every time. But not today. And I had a little bit of a wobble for the first time about the kids being at school, didn’t see that coming. Those damn marshmallows.