Putting shoes on my daughter is like wrestling an alligator at a tea party.
My kid just the a tantrum when I didn’t give her “enough” lollies. What I did worked.
My kids build stuff from literal rubbish, and they want the world to know about it.
My kids could talk under water, they’re like parrots who’ve learnt to much.
The cranking game is a hoot, bit make sure you observe the rules.
Shopping can be cathartic but not with kids, with kids it can be darn right challenging and an opportunity to learn.
Who would have thought that the simple act of jumping could be so beneficial to the hearts and minds of my kids?