Mum came up for the day on Saturday so we took the boys (all 3 of them) to the museum. It's a fab museum, recently redone and has a great cafe. It also has a whole gallery full of Roman statues, carrying shields and scrolls and looking serious in their togas.
'Boys' I said, 'it is very important not to touch ANYTHING in this room. The statues are very old.'
'Yes Mummy' they said, all serious and full of awe.
'Look!' I said 'this one looks like he was in the army - he has a shield!'
'Yes Mummy' said Adam. There was silence from Luke. This is not good. I twirled round fearing what scene of destruction might greet me. I spotted him, hand stretched towards the sandal of a strident stone Roman Centurion. Before I could act that special piercing small boy voice cut through the air.
'This little piggy went to market... .'