lessons for the weekend (from a 3 year old)

I was looking through my photos last night and I came across these, taken earlier this year when I had a day out with my nephew Rowan.  After a busy day of catching the train into the city, shopping and having a well-earned coffee break (with Babycinno!) I was eager to get home.  Not so for Rowan.  He insisted on a getting dizzy on the Whizzy Dizzy, and then stopping to smell all the flowers that were in bloom.  Frustrating, yes, but perhaps a lesson learned... because everyone likes that "dizzy-sick" feeling every now and again, and amongst all the business of adult-life there should still always be time to smell the flowers.

This weekend I'm planning on doing both.
  Hope you all have a lovely weekend. ox