One cold morning, well, cold by Singapore standards anyway, I decided to whip up a batch of prawn mee stock.
While I was busy in the kitchen, one child was busy whipping up a meal for his various imaginary friends.
The other was pretending to be a cowgirl, armed with her trusty steed and alien blaster.
All was good, yes there was tons of noise but no one was fighting and no one was yelling out for “Mama!” every five minutes which in this house is pure bliss. It gave me time to whip up a meal we could all enjoy.