My gun is bigger than your gun

Life is going as smoothly as driving over a dirt road with flat tires. In order to try to maintain "positive attitude" the children and I distracted ourselves with projects during the public holiday including a batch of pink playdough and jaffles (or as my children put it "big squares, not the little ones). But today is back to reality so off to the bank. . . or not. Even if the bank decides that husband's presence is not necessary, every one has made it clear that his ID book is essential to...