So when I decided to ram in a mini shopping trip up the town, I tried to sell " the bus" and pressing the bell as the highlight of an afternoon going around Boots and M&S.
My youngest kept spotting the trams and shouting that he wanted to go on one. So after trying to change the subject (several times) I decided to cave. The wee one hasn't been on one before so he was thrilled when we bought a ticket at St James Square to travel all 500 yards to York Place.
His little face filled up with joy as the tram pulled up in front of us. We jumped on and went the entire one stop with faces beaming from ear to ear. When we jumped off the driver gave my son a high five and a fist pump.
He chatted to him and asked him if he had fun. What a brilliant driver who made the first tram journey even better than we could have imagined. He was certainly a lot happier than the bus driver we had before hand. Mind you, they do have to deal with a lot more traffic on buses.
But my point is, it's the little simple things isn't it? A wee trip on the tram and were all happy! Who needs soft play anyway?!