This morning FIL and stepMIL looked after DS1 (3.5) and DS2 (17 months) as I had to work at short notice. It's very kind of them to step in and I'm very grateful for their support (they are always asking to have the DC so it's good for them and good for me).
I have had a big trip to see Father Christmas planned this afternoon/early evening at a local wildlife park for months for DS1. We went with a friend of mine and her son who DS1 gets on well with. Tickets were expensive, it's a big treat, we took them for pizza afterwards.
PILs knew about this as after I finished work at lunchtime they were going to carry on looking after DS2 and put him to bed so I could take DS1 out. They knew he was going to see Father Christmas.
Just got home from a lovely afternoon/evening with DS1. It was lovely, and magical, but he was not at all bothered about meeting Father Christmas which I thought was a bit strange.
Then FIL drops into the conversation on our return, 'oh yes, he met Father Christmas this morning when we took him and DS2 to