"Can we go to the Markets" has been the question from my two year old daughter on the way home every night this week. It's followed quickly by dramatic but fake tears when the answer is "No - not tonight". Smash cut to Friday when the answer becomes "Yes, Yes we can" as a quick call home cancels dinner plans. Arriving home the roast chicken is relegated to cold meat for the weekend as the family lace and velcro shoes in anticipation. On the way our five year old son spots a jumping castle saying excitedly "Can we go there", "Yes mate, that's the markets". The excitement is infectious as the daredevil daughter is keen to prove she's old enough for the castle after forced to be a spectator to her brother in the bumper balls the previous week.
The kids know the game plan - castle, pizza, dance-floor, iced tea, donuts, home. "Depending on what's there" is explained with a quick definition of the word "variety" as the game plan is soon thrown out the window.