Parenting, like much of life, would not be possible without a liberal dose of half-truths and insincere flattery. Nobody really wants to admit to all and sundry that they’re deranged from sleep deprivation, completely clueless, convinced their baby is the most beautiful creature to ever grace the face of the planet or certain that the snotty kid at soft play is going to end up in prison.
So, we lie. Lie and fib and gloss over the truth. To reassure those who’ve yet to have kids, to stop ourselves getting ostracised from those who have and to validate our own life choices.
‘The birth? It was… OK.’
You know the bit in Return Of The Jedi when the Emperor… Read the full story