Train In Vain

On account of it being the last day of term, we took the boys into “town” (Carl: “But it’s not town, it’s the big city”) on Friday night for a little bit of excitement. Having successfully negotiated a minor poo accident in the David Jones toy department, we went to one of the few Japanese restaurants in Canberra that has a sushi train. Julius loves anything that moves. At one point he took a bite out of something, put it back on the plate, neatly put the lid back on, and set it back in an empty space on the train. Some fancy footwork by Adrienne allowed us to retrieve the offending item moments before it travelled past some other, unsuspecting diners. It would also appear, or so the manager pointed out to us, that you are not supposed to put the lids of dishes back on the train. It had seemed like a reasonable idea to us. Somewhere else to add to the list of places we can never show our faces in again.