Wet pants

My son has a specialist skill. It’s wetting his pants. That’s not fair really but it does seem to be happening rather a lot at the moment with some very much in retrospect amusing moments. He seemingly has no control over his temper and at the same time, often his bladder. If he does not like…

Sure. I will kiss you.

  This evening’s bedtime procrastination conversation went like this. “Can I have a vitamin?” “No, you’ve already had a vitamin today. You can have another one tomorrow.” “Sure. I will kiss you.” Before my brain could process or respond to the inconsistencies in the exchange some lips come into contact with my cheek and I…

I can’t be expected to eat under these conditions

The 8-year-old is a thoroughly charming young fellow. He can be reasoned with and (mostly) understands both the greater good and how to handle the disappointment the people in charge life dishes out which usually come from having 2 younger siblings that are more vocal and less understanding about having their needs met. He often…

Just add bacon

I have discovered over the last few years of cooking for boys, that a dinner that would be eaten with drawn back gums and cries of protest can be transformed into the best dinner ever made simply by adding bacon. I apologise to any kosher readers but this is the lay of the land in my…