Better than sprouts?

All week Twiglet has consistently informed me that she's going to get me sprouts for mothers day. Much as I appreciate any help along to my 5 a day and there's no denying what a fine member of the brassica family the sprout is, I have been keen to point out that flowers are more traditional. She has however, held her ground on the sprout front.

So Mother's Day rolls up. Cards and cuddles a plenty are received (oh and breakfast in bed).'What else could a mum want on mother's day' says I.'A present' says Twiglet. Good point.

After the usual battle to get my little soap dodger washed and dressed we head out for the beach (hardy souls that we are).

As is compulsory on family outings, fun is had by all. With only a mild touch of hypothermia forcing a retreat to Condona's where Charlotte gets enthusiastically into character pretending to mow both mother and father down in her 4x4. (Following psychological evaluation apparently that's normal for 3 years olds)

After a traditional lunch of pizza (well we were improvising) we head off home. Bloke by this time is looking a bit twitchy. A whole Harry Potter movie is watched. Bloke by this time more than twitchy. 6pm door bells rings. Interflora's arrival results in blokes blood pressure returning to normal - ie catatonic.

Better than sprouts?