Today we have been creating a new variation of the twins bedroom and I managed to create a little hidden den for them. This was after attempting to dismantle a sofa and failing then having to plug the open chimney that had previously been plugged with newspaper and masonry snot resulting in me getting covered in dust and brick grot. ( Eeww, It went in my mouth!) Then I had to drop the sofa off to the tip which took longer due to random police cordons and sloooow traffic and then we all went to Hounslow buy their uniforms for nursery which they start in Jan! All to the backing track of our ongoing discussion about how are little lad is 5 1/2 months into toilet training and is still not getting the hang of it. BUT... it was all worth it when we saw their reactions on seeing the room and the hiding place.
That thing when your three year old son refuses to eat his dinner and goes in to full nuclear melt down but you think you manage to rescue the situation by offering the emergency banana only for this option to go horribly wrong because your moment of daddy-fun-genius catastrophically backfires when you open the banana from the other end resulting in a tantrum that would cripple a general so you end up having to tape up the broken banana with electric tape so that you can reopen said banana at the proper end... yeah, that!