Today is the weirdest day in the world.
Today, my parents celebrate their twentieth wedding anniversary. Today, they are going to Auckland, way up in the North Island, for a night. Without us. And our grandparents are staying to look after us.
This has never happened before, at least not in my life. Sure, there have been variants. Dad flies across the world quite often compared to the rest of us. Mum and Dad have vanished in the middle of the night before when a new baby is coming, and we’ve woken up to see Nan and Pa here. But this—flying to Auckland for their twentieth wedding anniversary…this has never happened before in my life.
Today is the weirdest day in the world. Or at least in my life.
(Oh, and I did find out what happened to those three missing muffins from my last post, Muffin Quest. Nan did take them home, and she made them into a dessert.)