The little boys' school called to let me know that Oliver was not feeling well. There is nothing more frustrating for a mother (I am sure for fathers too) than to be stuck at work, waiting for the next train. I finally made it there- to a sleeping Oliver- and brought him home. Guess that it is a sick boy kind of day.
Wishing you all a good- and healthy- evening xox
He isn't even paying attention to me... because he gets to watch Pokemon on TV ;)