Monday, 18 November 2013

Little Lord Blowhard

Somebody gave Jamie a whistle at micro rugby yesterday, a development I was unaware of. 

That was until around 6.30 this morning when he arrived in our bedroom to deliver a brief statement, as follows: 

"I've got a whistle.  When I blow my whistle, that means I want something."

Sometimes, as a parent, you question whether you've got everything right. 

This morning, at around 6.30, Vanessa and I questioned whether we'd got everything right.