
My daughter loves to watch TV. I think most children do. If ‘eating vegetables’ or ‘cleaning up’ were as riveting, the world would probably be a much better place.
My daughter loves to watch TV. I think most children do. If ‘eating vegetables’ or ‘cleaning up’ were as riveting, the world would probably be a much better place.
I used to have a baby who made various undefined noises. Nowadays, I have a fully functional toddler who can talk. That took some getting used to.
I was at a family reunion last week, running after my toddler all afternoon to keep her away from the knives and power outlets. One of my cousins remarked that she’d always just let her children run free; they had to learn for themselves, didn’t they? That got me thinking.
I read ‘the Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck‘ the past two weeks. I won’t be reviewing the book itself, rather I want to take a look at how this book applies to two important parts of my own life: being a writer and being a dad.