I’m not saying parenthood is tough, but I’m laying on the floor in the dark beside my two year old’s Digger bed trying to get him to sleep, and he’s spent the last half hour loudly reciting upwards of thirty four different ways to pronounce ‘Banana’..
‘Eeenanan’, ‘Ooohneenaw’ as a couple of examples, and of course one of my personal favourites ‘Ernerner’.
(Also, the worn down fingernail stains in the creepy hand photo are nail varnish, which he insisted his mother put on him while she was doing hers.. Because he’s FABULOUS.)

gothefucktosleep

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