So last week, my 2 year old son overheard a builder use the F word. I know, disgusting right. What's society coming to? Erm, that builder might just have been me.
Wait, this is the after party. Me slumping on the sofa, willing the toddler to nap so we can recover from the weekend's celebrations.
You have lofty ideals about what you will and won't do with your imaginary children. Then the reality of parenthood nappy-slaps you off that pedestal. Things I promised my pre-baby self I'd never do:
My Big Fat Greek family.
Baby woes? Raise your child the Greek way.
Ah...Dad and a little case of 'chicken pox'...