If there’s one sentence I fear more than any other, it’s this: “Mum? Mum! MUUUUM! Can I do painting?” Well, there goes my afternoon, I say to myself as I wonder just how big the radius of paint splatter will be this time. I’m no artist. Yet somehow, an afternoon of painting always ends up with me holding the paintbrush while my daughter plays art director. “Now, do a dinosaur. NO! Not a purple dinosaur! A green dinosaur! Now paint a caterpillar. Now paint Harry Potter. Now paint Elsa and Anna in the castle with the ice magic and the … Read More
Winter is here, and that means one thing: a three-month snot fest.I’m sorry to be gross, but it’s true. Every school drop-off and pick-up is fraught with danger. Tiny noses ooze everywhere. Hundreds of tiny hands that have wiped said tiny oozing noses come perilously close to touching me and
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