A party atmosphere was definitely discernable in our workshop this morning. The girl who loves keys clipped my keyring securely to her belt, and custom made her own percussion kit with the loudest clangiest bits of metal she could find. The boy who says "oui" is now the king of the keyboard. He plugged it in, selected various melodies and was then fascinated by the auto accompaniement which changed key every time he pressed a single note. Drunk with power he moved his large hands over the notes and showered us with unlikely chord sequences.
The boy who usually makes a sound like a chainsaw gave up when faced with such extreme competition on the noise front. He reverted to his other persona (the boy who eats everything).
He approached Mysweet's Kooldrum with a look of infinite cunning, grabbed the little sticks with the pink swirly rubber balls on the end of them, and stuck one in his mouth. A quick bite and it split in half. I managed to get it back before he could swallow it. It is such tough rubber, he must have jaws like an alligator...
He was very pleased with himself, so I suppose you could say that we all had a good time this morning.