How to kill mulitple birds with one stone

Today was an absolutely stunning day. My sister sent me a text early in the morn to see if I had risen from my summer holiday slumber (usually I rise a weeny teeny touch later during hols) But indeed I had risen! (and had performed multiple jobs, to prepare myself for the early rising that will start again next week) I too had noted the lovely day and thought to myself, I should really make the most of this day. My sister usually follows a probing text with "we should make a plan" type text - she likes plans. After some thought and some conversation that included many other things that did not in fact help us formulate a plan, i said "we should hire one of those crocodile bikes" (ok I think i may have actually said frog bikes, but hey, they are green bikes with googly eyes, could be frogs?!) This turned out to be a most excellent idea on my part; it was all around goodness, here is why:
Crocodile bike (or frog if you wish) = entertained children, an ability to enjoy Welly's one day of summer, a smug feeling cause we were actually exercising,and a sense that we were good, caring, involved, energetic, exciting, loving mothers. There are possilbly some more benefits but this was enough to make me feel like I had made the most of the day.