You know you live with a toddler when…

For two mornings in a run, you wake up with “There’s a worm at the bottom of the garden, and his name is Wiggly Woo.” going through your head.


You find yourself sitting cross-legged on the floor in the Glasgow Science Centre singing Old Macdonald and you don’t fear arrest. 


It’s not uncommon to prepare a breakfast of lollypops on bagel. 


You find yourself offered a stone smoothie and are warned “it’s a bit lumpy and tastes of stone”.


Three-in-a-bed is a bad thing. 


You are familiar with the ways of Team Umizoomi and Bubble Guppies. 


Knowing your outfit is likely to be accessorised by dried bogies, you dress accordingly.


A soothing session of yoga is anything but. And what do you call a downward dog with a toddler hiding underneath, or a pigeon with added small boy on the back?


There isn’t really any point in trying to find out why your glasses case is being filled with salt. 


“Me too,” strikes a cold note of fear.


And so does: “Do it again.”


Quiet, ordered and unsticky, however briefly, is a cause for celebration… only under your breath in case he hears.


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