Worst Camping Trip Ever. Chapter 4
byStepping out of the tent, I answered the call of nature at the conveniently close toilet block. As I washed my hands, two boys came in. My heart sank as I realized one of them was Bruiser.
Stepping out of the tent, I answered the call of nature at the conveniently close toilet block. As I washed my hands, two boys came in. My heart sank as I realized one of them was Bruiser.
My Father Nation podcast interview. Yes, that’s a thing. Let me know what you think (note: only if you think I did okay) and which bits you actually like.
It’s the simple things which we take for granted but can make kids happy that I love watching my kids do – like drinking out of a hose.
Anyone who thinks there’s nothing to be learned from kid’s video games is wrong, and I can prove it.
“Who’s the ugly one with the whiskers?” Miss7 asked her mother.
As it turns out, Easter is also the busiest time of the year to go camping.
I’m in trouble. Again.
Here’s a recipe to help give you more time for the important stuff this Australia Day.
This is the post that started my writing career. Here’s the first thing I ever wrote for any site. The twelve year old in this is now Mister27.
So now I know what it’s like to be blogged about it. And, despite the unflattering portrayal, I like it.
It turns out Easter is the busiest time of the year to go driving.
We don’t get many plumbers in around here. Maybe if we did we’d have known to watch for this.
I’m never very good in social situations. And I don’t just mean at parties. I mean whenever I leave the house.
“Stop!” Tracey yelled, coming into the kids’ bedroom. “What are you doing?” What I was doing was standing in front of the mirror with Miss11 explaining one of the funnest things about her impending adolescence.