No more monkeys jumping on the bed

(Previously posted and published) Another oldie but a goodie. 🙂 My husband is a primary school teacher who uses a Continue reading →

Not Inhaling

  ‘See that woman sitting over there’, I whispered. My five year old granddaughter looked across to where I was Continue reading →

Me and Mr Jones

  Children are born different from each other and are moulded over the years into some sort of homogeneity, which Continue reading →

Colour Blind

‘He’s my favourite dancer,,’said my granddaughter. ‘The one wearing the track suit pants.’ Dezzy takes a dancing class at school Continue reading →

Stay as sweet as you are

Dear Pooh, I’m sending my grandsons to you for a visit. One is two and the other is your age, Continue reading →

Let your male progeny raise themselves

The verdict is in. Men with small testicles make better parents than their hormone riddled male counterparts. There’s been a Continue reading →

Raising Schmoo

Schmoo. A fabulous animal, ready to fulfill man’s wants, 1948, invented by U.S. cartoonist Al Capp (Alfred Caplin, 1909-1979). I Continue reading →

Are you beautiful?

Are you beautiful, asked my little grandson. He was three at the time and thankfully had not yet reached the Continue reading →