The childless me, from before kids, could probably have imagined having lunch in an Oriental restaurant with two kids, 6 and 2 years old.

I would probably have been able to picture the six-year-old being bored, sliding from the chair down to the floor and climbing back up, then folding the wrapping paper from around the chopsticks into an accordion shape, then pretending to shoot all the villains and the dragons in the picture on the wall, and all the while asking “when will the food come” again and again.

But I don’t think I’d have imagined myself nursing the two-year-old.

Who, by the way, is dressed in pyjamas (because that’s what he wanted to wear this day).

In a green dinosaur-themed pyjama top combined with pastel pink pyjama bottoms with flowers.