This past weekend, our daughter turned six. Because that’s a big thing, we decided to let her have a “proper” party, which meant inviting almost all kids from her class, plus some out-of-school friends. As far as birthday parties go, things went surprisingly well.
Where would I be without Terry Pratchett?
6:45: A piercing scream. Younger child is awake and politely asking for a cup of milk. I stumble downstairs and fiddle with the microwave whilst dodging small cars on the kitchen floor. 6:47: I hold and feed the child. All is quiet.