A very self-indulgent post (mind you, what other kinds are there?) - I took Grandson the other day to buy a white shirt because he was to be page boy at a wedding (at which Granddaughter was to be flower girl). He was intrigued by the different views of himself in the mirrors.
Then he looked at his feet and enquired, "Why are my feet in the reflection when the mirror doesn't go down to the ground?" Granny was unable to think of a succinct answer... ok, an answer. But we found a suitable shirt.
Before the bride's arrival, Granddaughter was clutching her fluffy blanket, which wasn't part of the outfit.
A certain amount of finger-sucking took place but they behaved impeccably.
Can you tell the difference between Grandson and Uncle Son? There were lots of men in kilts, Thimbleanna!
Daughter 2 and her niece enjoy a cuddle.
They pose with their dad, Son-in-Law 1.
In a quiet moment, Granddaughter admires her bouquet,
and Grandson stands on a plinth. It was a lovely day.