Tag: Little S

Little S has been a proper little madam at school this week. Yesterday the teacher told us that she had stood laughing whilst a friend was ill and then called her a bad name.

The epithet used was not dislcosed. I agonised, wondering what I had shouted at other drivers over the course of the week. Some intensive cross-examination revealed that she had called her friend a ….. “hula hoop”.

One aspect of parenthood is having to re-calibrate your scale of oddness.

Yesterday was a rare sunny day. We filled a paddling pool in the garden for the girls and they shuttled in and out of the house as whim took them.

As I sat reading the paper Little S walked past me saying “Hello Daddy”. I glanced up to find her naked save for two disney princess stickers – each one carefully placed on a nipple.