Irish sleepover

While mum and dad are rubbing shoulders with the Irish jetset at the Embassy and painting Helsinki red, we had the pleasure of entertaining young Master Grundy for a day and a night. 

The first risky moment was of course the pickup from daycare, but he graciously agreed to accompany me home without fuss. 

 

I decided to go for a gourmet dinner to ensure him joining the rest of the family at the table. Chips, sausages and meat balls. Served on a mirror of ketchup and with a glass of refridgerated milk. Yummy!

Then the real entertainment finally started: playing with the toy cars! To keep the babysitter happy we rounded off the evening with a showing of Ice Age I. 

And then the next risky moment and a final change of clothes for the gentleman. Dressed in a red Cars pyjamas, having skipped brushing his teeth (sorry mum!), he was now comfortably in bed reading a Ludde-story to his dog friend. 

We turned out the light, kissed each other good night, and out he went.

Tomorrow's a new day!