My 8 year old boy was bored one afternoon and – very randomly – helped himself to my food colouring and glass bottles.
I knew he was up to something, but I didn’t pay much attention to what was going on.
It was only when I started to hear a musical tink tink tink tink that I popped my head outside and saw what he had made.
Ah… half of me was annoyed that he was playing with glass bottles (omg what if they fell on the ground and smashed!) and making a huge stained mess on the bricks.
But of course, the rest of me turned into mummy-mush!