Good Sunday, after carrying 6 cubics of soil to our lawn, me and the Mr left the kids for a glass (OK two) of wine with friends in the sun at one of the local hotels.

We enjoyed it until… one kid made nuisance. The worst sort – whining. I have full respect for kids and their parents. But whining has no room in the public space.

I gave the kid an evil eye and praised the lord that we have moved to a new level. Next level. The next time I will like small kids is when they are my grandchildren. It better linger.