It was Tristan’s 3rd birthday party yesterday afternoon (its 2am and I’m just back from the pub celebrating with his dad, Coops).
No matter what Tristan thought of his bash, I have to say it was the coolest 3rd birthday party I’ve ever been to without being arrested for a firearms offense.
I mean, to give a three year old a chance to shoot a potato at some helpless sheep; Really; what a sense of coming-of-age.
Of course, Tosha (only 2 but oh-so-nearly-3) had to have a go too. And Tolii.


























































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