A conversation with the Little One about wellies…
*** Trigger Warning – Some details some people may find gross **** There we are, relaxing on the grass when Daddy somehow becomes a climbing frame. As part of the climbing frame experience, I
I’m being a bad parent, and letting the Little One watch cbeebies programs on iPlayer while she eats her tea… and the “Twirlywoos” have just finished… LO: “I’d like another one” Me: “Which one
One day, your life involves being able to leave the house in under 30 minutes. You have kids, and then your life involves poo, never leaving the house on time, and saying some random
After arranging to meet up with some good friends halfway between Exeter, and Bristol, Mrs Sofa and I asked a few people what we could do in that area. Mrs Sofa heard via a
*Little One watches me wrapping a birthday present for Mummy* Little One: “Daddy. You’re not clever” Me: *Awkward Laugh* Little One: “You’re not clever at this” Me: “Thanks…?”
*Overheard while Mummy was trying to get Little One dressed* Mummy: “What you doing” Little One: “Do a Show” Mummy: “People do shows with clothes on” Little One: “Nooooo”