Six years old. Can you believe it? We've learned to write our name, we know how to tie our shoes, we aren't afraid of bullies and we're all ready for grade one. Believe it.
Not much to say other than that, but after last week's grumble fest, I thought I'd up the positivity with a little Ben Lee injection.
Bring on the smiles, bring on the cheese, bring on the treacle. You know you want to. Excepting the lactose intolerant, a little old fashioned cheese never hurt anyone.