When I tell the boys I’m off to make their dinner, what I appear to be saying is,

“You’ve got ten minutes unsupervised … do your worst!”

If they’re not using their juice to create a flood for Thomas to drive through or stacking whatever they can find in order to recreate Mount Fuji, they’re now enjoying their new found sport of extreme moisturising?

What I didn’t capture on camera due to dropping my phone in disbelief was Luca trying to squeeze his head into the same tub of E45.