There exists a certain calm before the mini storm in dusk-time parenting duties.
Right now, for instance.
My tykes are on their evening video break, gleefully slurping their weekly Monday ice-cream (a bribe to get over the clock-work-like arrival of the Monday morning blues.)
It’s peaceful.
However.
Soon commencing the daily Darwinian games between sibling primates;
Sugar high (and crash) in 3…2…