Guess what, folks? My son has now reached the stage where he doesn’t need to nap every day. Negatively, this means I no longer have an hour a day to spend messing around on Twitter. Positively, it’s enabled me to come up with a song that fits with the tune of The Grand Old Duke Of York. It’s called The Kid Who Dropped His Nap and it’s published above. Enjoy. Share. Sing. Smile.
You know how the people who talk about sex the most are the ones who do it the least? It appears to be the same with drinking. Which is a long-winded way of me saying, “I’ve written about going on a dads’ night out again.” This time in the form of a nursery rhyme that’s sung to the tune of A Tisket, A Tasket. Enjoy. Laugh. Share. You know the drill.
What did you do this morning? Actually, don’t answer that. I’m only asking, so I can tell you that my son and I spent the period between 6.30am and 7.30am doing the same thing we always do. Which is… Read more
PAW Patrol? That’s so last month. This month, my entire life revolves around the Poo Patrol. What’s that? You’ve never heard of the Poo Patrol? To quote Michael Jackson, you are not alone. Most people haven’t the foggiest who this stoic band of pant-saving parents are. But this lack of exposure ends right here and Read more
Ladies and gentlemen, are you on the hunt for the latest gizmo that is 100% guaranteed to make potty training quick, easy and painless? Well, unfortunately, I don’t have that. But I do have this Read more