It was 6.30pm and I was eager to get my beautiful, tired toddler into bed. With an evening of writing work stretching ahead of me, I knew I had a small window of opportunity before we found ourselves on a one-way journey to Tantrumville.
“I want book Mummy,” said Frog. Of course she did, it was bedtime. It’s to be expected.
“I want story Mummy,” said my daughter. Again, this is no big revelation. I wasn’t about to read her The Oxford English Dictionary. Continue reading »