I need to be a little easier on Boy Two. He stumbled into a breakfast table conversation about subatomic particles and neuclear physics and asked: “How do you split the atom? I want to make sure I don’t do it by mistake.” The answer might actually not be food – but just that 3am is […]

A Tom Girl is the opposite of a Tom Boy – that is a boy who likes dolls, pink and, probably, ironing. Look, this is just about what I learned not what it means to gender politics. It doesn’t matter how I couch it, if he doesn’t want to wear that really fetching tartan shirt, […]

It doesn’t matter how hard I try, I can’t fully disapprove of a child who wants to play tig on the bus with his friends. That grunting noise really is the baby snoring. The first clue I have these days that I’m getting premenstrual is that I can no longer stand the noise, the incessant, […]

The volcano is for the Bakugans. No? Me neither, but I get the feeling I’m going to learn a whole lot more than I ever wanted to about them. The bin will be the most interesting thing in a room strewn with toys. Almost all food is rendered delicious – or inedible depending on your […]