Why is it easier to clean up somewhere else?
Twice a week I take my rambunctious preschoolers to a local playgroup hosted in a church hall. It runs from 9:30 till 11:30, there is instant coffee and chocolate cookies, interesting toys and a sloping path for the kids to hurtle up and down riding on plastic tricycles. It is also securely fenced in, so I can take my eyes off them to make a cuppa without them making a run for the hills or the main road. Around 11am, a mysterious force calls us…