For my daughter (Age 6), nothing much beats cuddling up with her dad on the sofa watching My Little Pony. Most of her previous favourite TV shows left my brain bleeding and numb but, like most dads, I was only there for a snuggle.

Long ago I perfected the art of pretending to be interested in something I wasn’t by nodding occasionally and laughing when she did. (This also works well with mothers and wives…). Continue reading →