It's nearly midnight and in a few hours we'll be on our way to Finland. M. will be coming in
from Moscow. TLG is much too excited to go to bed. He keeps asking, "How much hours and minutes?"
He's itching to get out of his pj's and into his "airplane clothes."
Five more hours to go.
PS Tooth no.8 was lost a day after no.7. It was past two a.m. when TLG sat up and said, "Mummy, my tooth fell out." Lights turned on and sure enough, there it was. I was too tired to do the tooth fairy thing
at that moment. Thankfully, it was a rush to school that morning.
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