After our visit to our family on previous Saturday we were crazy enough to cross the entire country to drive to the Ardennes even though it was a bit of a rainy grey weekend.  The reason for doing so was the Brocante flea market in the village.  Since early Spring Kabouter had been asking when the flea market would be back and we had always answered in the Summer.

I really wasn't in the mood to go. I am not too much into flea's only rubbish I'd never consider buying and where I never understand anybody buys it.  But Kabouter sees an opportunity to score some cheap toys. He's our materialistic child that loves presents and getting new things and the flea market is one big treasure hunt.  He knows he can only get one thing so he needs to carefully scout, consider, return to recheck his options and in fact it's quite cute to see him like that.   Beertje just tags along, is happy if he sees something he likes but doesn't comment if he doesn't find anything of choice.

So anyway...I did not dare to skip going past weekend even though I was tired and much more in the mood to crash at home. Driving all the way up for just the flea market seemed silly but I didn't dare to admit to Kabouter in the future that we had skipped the flea market and he'd have to wait another year. So off we went on Saturday night because it's a bit more challenging to get to our place on Sunday.  While on our way, Kabouter explained the urgency to go "because he had so few toys in the Ardennes" - insert a lot of eye rolling on my side -

So it was no surprise that someone was dressed early in the morning when the rest of us was still trying to wake up.  Jan left first with the boys while I enjoyed not rushing myself.

I found them back on their first prospection round...Kabouter eagerly studying each stand, squeezing himself forward in between people while Beertje rode Jan's shoulders.  Yet it was Beertje who made a first decision: he wanted this bus when he saw it.  Ok fine by happy boy, one more to go. The latter had to make a choice between 3 wishes.  In the end we allowed them to bring together 4 things home... happy ending. 

Belgians love authority

The boys played with their new treasures on the attic and we enjoyed some hours of quiet reading and napping. Everybody happy


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