Watching my baby as she tears into the wrapping paper, that coincidently had hidden the expensive toy that now lay face down in the middle of the lounge floor, I realised that sometimes the simplest things in life can achieve a far better result than money. Obviously money has its place but sometimes it can be an easy get out to a problem rather than the solution. It was easy to please with a "Who wants an ice cream?" when boredom had set in at home, rather than to get of the couch and do something simple with them that would fill the long hours of a wet afternoon.
So a plan of action was now taking place in my head. A pack of cards or even colouring pencils and paper had its place. Old newspapers and paste or even a rummage through the shed to see what wood we could use with hammer and nails to make something. Yes I can see it now a secret hide-a-way at the bottom of the garden. Pictures from the girls pinned to the walls, old paints brightening the exterior. Maybe we could have a picnic and even invite their friends!
Ah but wait!
"Is that the ice cream man I hear, who wants a lollypop?"