We had a nice father's day breakfast with Gramps and Grandmum at the hotel before they shoved off for their trip home. Our flight was not until 6pm, so we took the kids for a nice walk around the Central West End and checked out some really cool houses. The weather was perfect, so we sat for a bit at a cafe and then met up with Uncle Larry, Aunt Jill, and Bridget for lunch at Pi. Great pizza place that, apparently, President Obama had flown in for dinner. Torn between feeling good that the place must have good pizza or feeling pissy for the gross misuse of taxpayer dollars.
The kids were really good on the flight home and we managed to keep Alex awake until almost 11pm to tuck him in bed without a tricky transfer. Gemma did not make it much past takeoff. She was dead weight for the remainder of the trip...with exception of a brief state of consciousness in baggage claim.
