Went shopping on Saturday. Just DS#2 and me. DD was riding, DS#1 'out' with his friends. Out of the blue DH turned up and we mooched around town enjoying the sensation of only having the one and being able to lavish attention on him. Spents ages in Wilkinsons looking at all the plastic tat (he had b'day money to spend). And all of a sudden I felt so painfully nostalgic for all those things that we've done a million times before with all of the ours. Endless Saturdays hanging around while they choose plastic tat was always a favourite . Now I only have one that thinks going to the shops with mum and dad is a desirable activity and I felt quite sad. Where does the time go?