One of my earliest childhood memories concerns the use of a small fib to combat my reluctance to try a certain food. It was meat – I’m not entirely sure which kind – but I remember that it was at my grandparents’ house in Kent. Probably desperate to avoid a standoff, my parents told me …
Becoming a parent has changed me a lot. This is mostly for the better – I’ve become calmer, more patient and happy to put others first. But it’s not all good. I’ve always been a very honest person and, try as I might to always tell the kids the truth, I find that I tell …
Amelie turns two later this month and has become quite the little talker. I love this stage of a kid’s linguistic development. Partly because it’s wonderful to hear them articulate their thoughts and partly because half of it is utter nonsense. As well as the scribble talk she comes out with when she doesn’t know …