One day after my daughter found an entire crop of grey hairs in my beard, something pretty terrifying happened to me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my wife laugh so much…but I still haven’t recovered. Here’s what went down:
“Daddy? I want a hamster.”
“You’re not a having a hamster.”
“The ant died.”
“The ant wasn’t even REAL.”
“It was real.”
“Look – if you put something down on the floor and it runs away, it’s real.”
Sometimes, I make big mistakes…..but they’re never my fault: not really. Here’s an example, so you can judge for yourself. Today, I’m up early. This is because it’s Easter Monday, and we’re taking the kids to Leeds Castle for the day. Leeds Castle is about an hour away, and my wife has agreed to drive if I get the kids breakfast and make us all a packed lunch for our picnic. So….what could possibly go wrong?
Being a parent, I’m aware of the dangers….but some parents aren’t. I was at a certain softplay centre in Thanet two weeks ago when I heard: “Excuse me…..your daughter just bit me.”
Occasionally, I call my wife in the toilet….just to see how she’s doing. In our house, Toilet Time is quite rare. I wish this was an exaggeration, but it isn’t.