Eating out

For a couple of months now we've been going out once a week for dinner, and it works really well. Touch wood.

On this last trip Ben proved that he really did know the colour brown. The pudding tray came and I was swithering between a chocolate brownie and a white sponge cake thing, finally I went with the white sponge without consulting his highness. When it came to the table he threw a mini fiege saying "no want brown cake, want brown cake". Of course who knows maybe "brown cake" was something completely different but I thought "oh good... " anyway!