There Will Be A Mess, One Way Or The Other!
Covered in sand the children ran to greet their guests as they heard the scrunch of tyres in their driveway.
As the mother stepped from the car she was horrified,
“How on earth do you stand the mess! We could never have a sandpit. I loathe the stuff and Tony would never cope with it in the house.”
Her children stood, gazing with longing eyes at the sand and were too overwhelmed to utter a word.
The hostess invited them inside where she had set up a table for the children to enjoy a time of painting and gluing. Smocks …