As soon as her bedtime story was finished, Ava (4) asked, “where do we come from Daddy?”
Dreading the whole ‘mummy’s tummy’ conversation I replied truthfully:
“Scotland.”
“Noooo, where do people come from…?” Continue reading
As soon as her bedtime story was finished, Ava (4) asked, “where do we come from Daddy?”
Dreading the whole ‘mummy’s tummy’ conversation I replied truthfully:
“Scotland.”
“Noooo, where do people come from…?” Continue reading
I always refuse to eat children’s birthday cake. I’m sorry but I do.Yes, because of that old ‘You’ve Been Framed’ clip of the birthday boy sneezing out his candles. Yes, because I can’t stand shop-bought cakes with sugar content so high, you can get cavities just by looking at them. Yes, because I happen to know that 4 year olds often forget to wash their hands. All I can ever see when offered a slice of lovingly crafted Numberjacks No.4 or Pirate Ship is billions of micro organisms which I know are normally present on adult cakes. Continue reading
My 4 year old daughter quite often erupts for unfathomable reasons: we’ve dished up on the wrong coloured plate, her milk isn’t warm enough or is too late. Sometimes she ruins the whole day, sometimes she’s hilarious with it. Mum and Dad differ however in our choice of tantrum-easing techniques… Continue reading
We mostly cook from scratch, always produce a regular Sunday Roast, occasionally dine out in fine restaurants and enjoy Indian and Chinese food. Yet somehow, we have managed to raise a couple of ‘chicken nugget’ kids – suspicious of everything except wafer thin ham and sausages… Continue reading