On defending profiteroles from children (and no longer writing dad posts)
by Brendan Strong
“You won’t like those… they taste like whiskey”
(They are profiteroles – they don’t really)
“No…” says the eldest, not missing a trick: “They taste like yummy chocolate!”
“Yes!” says the youngest, with fake surprise-glee: “I love the taste of whiskey!”
Idiot-me sees an opportunity
I take a bottle
From the cupboard,
Take off the lid
And then, I invite them to sniff.
“Oh, yuck!” says the eldest, with a face of disdain
“Yum!” says the youngest, with fake-smile maintained.
And this is why
I no longer write
Blog posts about parenting.