We were warned before school started that it would be an enormous adjustment for Miss Five. She’d be exhausted, emotional and downright difficult. We’ve seen glimpses of it, but for the most part, she’s been like a kid at Christmas.
It’s amazing how many sleepless nights lead up to the first day of school. All those fears. And that’s just the parents.
But my anxiety turned out to be justified as my daughter’s first day of school unearthed a decades-old family secret.
My daughter just graduated. From Kindy. Apparently it’s the done thing. But what message does it send? Are we enforcing our expectations and turning up the pressure, even before our kids have started school?
The sun, blazing a fiery orange, sinking into the Top End sea before us. On the table, a bucket, holding an icy bottle of champers, and two chilled glasses.
Ordering a pizza used to be simple. Then some genius invented an App. Welcome to the brave new world, where common sense is being devoured, byte by byte.
I’d love to know how you encourage your kids to try new foods.
Everywhere I go, I see a nude Miley Cyrus. Not that I’m searching for such images. She seems to pop out of every screen I get near.
We have had some of our most enjoyable days on the first Tuesday in November. The laughs never end. And yes, cool drinks are had.
Melbourne Cup. The hardest race to pick a winner. But I’ve walked away with cash in my pocket every year for the past five. Want to know how?
Why was this performance so special? Remember, I’ve been watching them jump and twirl since they came up to my knee.
We didn’t get it. Why would a young bloke leave a pub full of cool drinks, to play with fire trucks and big hoses?