Lock Out
by“Dammit,” said Tracey. She was standing outside the door to our bus looking frustrated with herself, which if I’m honest was a lovely change to her looking frustrated with me.
“Dammit,” said Tracey. She was standing outside the door to our bus looking frustrated with herself, which if I’m honest was a lovely change to her looking frustrated with me.
The final stage in that all important milestone – kids wiping their own bums.
A passerby would assume a flock of geese have descended on our household – It’s all very Jumanji here at the moment.
I’ve come to believe a part of being a successful parent is knowing what your kids value most -so you know what to threaten the little buggers with. Or dangle in front of them.