This would be our 6th IKEA trip in recent months. And there’s no getting out of it; the Elizabeth Street renovations are already months behind schedule so come here we must for bits of kitchen that are critical to the job.
At first the IKEA entrance provides intrigue to Kingsley and Keanu (Elektra passed out in the car with Erroll supervising) so they hop about, run to the magazine stacks, press the self service buttons one hundred times, pluck out one hundred tickets. Then roam around the lobby hungry.
I know what would corral them: IKEA soft serve icecream and a bucket of chicken nuggets. Sure enough both boys in the double pram eating chicken and licking icecream not a peep out of them.