Since our old men are in Liverpool for a big football match, Petra and I decided to get together with our young men today. We spent a couple of hours at the play land, during which we saw each other for about five minutes since one or the other of us was always running after one of the boys, and then had a feast at McDonalds. I thought Jamie was going to get mellow or cranky being up past his bedtime during dinner but Dylan's influence had him running all over the place, happy as a clam. Even so, I am here to tell you that the absolute highest ratio of kids to grownups to maintain one's sanity is three to two. That is, if one of the grownups is just taking pictures the whole time.