Child's play
I have been surviving on nothing but lollies and chocolate frogs for the past few days, thanks to Fawcet's boy's interesting eating habits. Pancakes too, by the way. Which reminds me, Amycus, we need more sugar-frosted cereal as Byron, Richard, and I have demolished the last two boxes.
I have taught Richard the nuances of those bloody French Quidditch referees, and Richard has taught me this silly muggle contraption called a yo-yo. And Byron likes running after fizzing whizbees in the park with us.
The best thing about pumping a child and dog with sugar and then tiring them out in the park all day is that they sleep through the night while I'm still filled with sugar-induced energy.
And that's when Amycus comes home.
I hope you're having as much fun as I am, Fawcet.
I have taught Richard the nuances of those bloody French Quidditch referees, and Richard has taught me this silly muggle contraption called a yo-yo. And Byron likes running after fizzing whizbees in the park with us.
The best thing about pumping a child and dog with sugar and then tiring them out in the park all day is that they sleep through the night while I'm still filled with sugar-induced energy.
And that's when Amycus comes home.
I hope you're having as much fun as I am, Fawcet.