We’d just been on a reasonable walk/scoot with the kids when this question was poised. Both children demonstrating their true characters. My son sticking with the filling of choice, the steady, safe option. My daughter… well she just loves cake. Only a 2 yr old would ask for cake in a sandwich. For the rest of us, it’s something we all quietly dream about but we never say. I say let’s all achieve our dreams today and eat cake for lunch. Marie Antionette would have wanted it that way.
The prelude to this scene occurred on a Sunday morning when my wife and I were trying to get the kids ready for Church. I was dealing with our son and my wife was trying to get our daughter’s hair done. She was trying to do a plait, but as is so often the way with kids, despite her best efforts, our little girl just would NOT sit still! With frustration rising she gave in and uttered the fateful words “If you won’t sit still you’ll just have to have a boring ponytail”. (more…)
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I thought I wouldn’t get to do this idea for a comic for another three years, but you know strong and stable government and elections every two years can be great for comic artists! HA! As usual with my Ninja Dad (or in this case Ninja Mum) stuff this is inspired by a real life question asked by our son on polling day five two years ago. As way of explanation, Morecambe is a town just up the road. A kid’s sense of geography is quite entertaining though I think we’re just about there in having him understand what England is… I think. (more…)
Another one for the scrap book. In my defence I honestly believed that shouting WEEEEEE as we went down the hill would distract him from his desperate need to relieve himself. I’m not sure at what point I realised that I’d seriously put my foot in it… probably the death stare from my wife gave it away. To his credit when we finally reached our destination our little man had managed to hold it in 🙂 despite all the screaming.