Once in a while I (amongst all the feelings of guilt and blame), I get the feeling that we aren’t doing such a bad job of this parenting gig.
On weekends, so that Mark and I can get a lie in, Inigo is allowed to play on the iPad for a while.
This morning, I walked in to find him listening to music.
“It’s one of my favourite songs”, he said,as my heart swelled with pride.
Just as Mark’s did when he said earlier in the week, “Daddy, I love Star Wars, but I don’t like Star Wars Episode I very much”.