This afternoon at 5.30pm, I heard a rustling in the pantry.
It was the instigator of a proclaimed "major fox hunt" (pictured above) sourcing fruit and sultanas and crackers "in case we get hungry hunting the fox."
I pointed out that our chicken noodle soup was on the stove and we'd be eating in twenty minutes. No snacks. Good luck with the fox hunt though.
And off they went. My two (I was wearing the smallest in the backpack otherwise she would have been in amongst it) and the two from next door. Fast friends. I don't usually follow these four around but I suddenly didn't want to see them off on another adventure I'd forget.
They were geared up.
Apparently armed with essential Bakugan and Beyblades. Doom to all foxes.
Home for chicken noodle soup. This one.
Happy Thursday, lovely folk.