DH has just left the house, for a birthday party other side of the city. Two bus rides away (on a Sunday) in an area he’s never been to before. It’s midday, the party starts at 1pm in a Kids Fun type of place. He’s just come back in for raincoats…
I’ve had DS (4) ready for the last hour, had his bath, in his coat. Bag packed with spare clothes, snacks (this wouldn’t occur to DH). There’s been tea drinking, reading, playing etc… I haven’t said anything! He doesn’t even know which bus.