Yesterday the twins had a late, long nap so we let them stay up a bit later than usual.
We were having a great time with a music DVD that I’d picked up for a song at the local garden centre – possibly the best £2.99 I’ve ever spent – but it was time to go to bed.
The Mummy & Ellie had gone upstairs & I was right behind them. Jake however – as usual – didn’t want to stop what he was enjoying doing & was refusing to go with us.
So he called up to me: “Daddy! Come downstairs!”.
“No, Jake: it’s time to go to bed”.
“No, Daddy! You’re a boy, I’m a boy. I’ve got a willy, you’ve got a willy: come downstairs with me!”.
Sexual politics? And he’s not even 3!
I think I’m in trouble here…