I must confess there are some things about being a Dad that I don't like. For instance, I don't like my head being used as a soccer ball by a 15 month old. Yes, you guessed it, we co-sleep. That's a fancy term for people who have the kids in bed with them. And, yes there is a cost. Timothy uses mum as a pacifier some nights. Or as Stephanie calls it, he has "the all night milk bar". He uses my head a soccer ball. Nothing quite beats having your head beaten at 6 AM. It's an experience.
Then there is the sometimes never ending list of questions from a 4 year old. Why do they have to ask so many questions. "Coz I am kid!" Then there is the oldest daughter. She decided in her infinite wisdom that I am a mean daddy. Quick as grease lightening I came back with: "It's me job". You can borrow that one.
Till next time.........
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