The Park. Again.
This bloody-rope climbing frame thing.
Favourite Son once again conquers the fucker like it isn’t even a big deal and once more his elder sister gets about half-way up and shits herself. As I would. It’s bloody HIGH.
Favourite Daughter: [Again] How come he’s not scared but I’m older?
Me: Because you’re older sweetie-pie. FS is too little to know it’s dangerous. But you’re older and cleverer and know that it is. That’s why.
Favourite Daughter gives me a spontaneous hug.
Hah. Eat that Lone Dad.
I look around. He’s nowhere to be seen. This being real life and not a silly blog there is no chance of the same smug twat being around to see me actually get it right for once.
And it’s only taken me three months to figure out what the right answer was.