If you speak to any father that drives, he will have a story about the first journey home with his partner and newborn child. I can clearly recall being accompanied out to the hospital car park by a midwife on a bright summer’s day when Mrs Adams and I came home with Helen. The midwife,
“It’s not fair daddy,” said Helen. “Only two girls got to join and the other 12 are boys.”
If there’s a chore I’ve long disliked, it’s grocery shopping at the supermarket. Okay, it’s not grocery shopping that bothers me so much, but grocery shopping when I have the children with me.
I’ve written many a times about my dislike of children having too much screen time. I’ve noticed, however, that a new front has opened-up in the battle for my kids’ eyes.
I’m facing a dilemma, a play date dilemma. It involves a friend of Helen, my daughter, someone she knows from a weekend activity club she sometimes attends.
