D-Day

Little Miss L wakes up most days between 6:00 and 6:30. Today, she let me sleep in till 6:45. She played in her room for a little while, before running in and thrusting Humpty Dumpty in my face. I got up. I could have let C do the early shift but she doesn't do mornings that well. And what's with the idea that fathers should get a day off today? I figure if I'm a dad, I should jolly well get up and be one. None of this lolling about in bed with a large plateful of b&e, HP sauce and a pint of lager for me, no. I'm out there doing the hard yards, warming bottles, changing nappies and cueing up Pooh on the VCR. I am Superdad. And no power tools, DVDs from the ABC shop or 3-pack polyester socks for me. No, I got a kids' book call 'My Dad' and a hot cup of tea. And that was enough for me.