Unprecedented levels of multiculturalism are being enjoyed around here this weekend . . .
Earlier today, The B attended his Saturday Spanish Club for the first time. It was, as he informed me afterwards, muy bien.
Tomorrow, we're heading into town to participate in the Chinese New Year celebrations. Having spent recent days working on countless craft projects on this theme at school and nursery, The B&G are both rather excited about the prospect.
On Thursday, The G used several gallons of paint to make a red envelope (the exchange of which is, I'm informed, a Chinese custom at such times), whilst The B's school bag was full to bursting with dragons and masks and other such goodies when I emptied it last night.
They're both relishing tomorrow's parade through Chinatown, with the scheduled Dragon Dance the thing they're most excited about. I like traditions as much as anyone else, although if I'm honest, I must admit, I'm just hoping there's going to be noodles . . .