Sunday morning lay ins are still non existence in this house.
Instead we're all up by 7 (at the latest) and greeted by an array of superheroes / animals.
As the boys pretty much fall out of bed and into a costume.
These boys would live in costumes 24/7 if they had it there way!
Breakfast is always finished by 8 and I'm left with the aftermath to clean up.
Which always resembles a bomb site, how they can make so much mess just from four bowls of cereal is beyond me.
But before the bomb squad sets up, a big cup of coffee always comes first.
What are your Sunday mornings like?