The other day I was sat in the park with the toddler, watching him fill his shoes with sand, and I noticed another mum sat by herself with a her pram next to her.
They had just finished the universal please-go-to-sleep-buggy-rock and had this glorious look on their face; like they were winning.
Why I don’t call my son an asshole just because he’s throwing a tantrumBaby was either sleeping or going to asleep and mum had a hot drink in their hand.
Out of nowhere though, a group joined.
Friends? Colleagues? Family? Who knows.
But they very quickly broke the silence.
Not that my toddler… Read the full story