It is the night before the little ones will go camping. Wee Small has told Wee Tiny that "we're going camping today" everyday for the past two weeks. The Small One was shining her torch at everyone and everything until the batteries went flat. The Little One has already cut her thumb and we haven't got out the door yet.
Finally we packed everything we needed into little backpacks.
The Little One has packed a very large stick.
Wee Tiny is taking her bucket and spade.
And Wee Small has packed Mr. Giraffe.
It's late. We leave tomorrow. The little ones are not so much sleeping in their beds as jumping on them.