Bernard has just begun, as of today. It was very exciting, and had bubbles. As well as real live frogs.
“This is the best party-bag I’ve ever had” said secondborn on the train on the way home. And also “those weren’t the really scary sort of babies, you know.” Firstborn merely announced that his alien was better than the smiley, which is basically as good as it gets with a nearly teenager.
Neither of them has stayed six for ever and ever. Nor, I suspect, will Bernard.