5 Things I Learned as a Parent This Week (#34)

1.Once you've got kids a 'lie in' till 7.20am will be talked about for weeks without any trace of irony.

2.Instead of spending money on expensive risk assessment procedures, companies should just put a crawling baby into the building as they would instantly find all the danger areas.

3.I'm no doctor but I'm convinced the human body requires more than 40 minutes sleep.

4.Failure to leave the house at least once a day will result in feeling as though your baby has taken you hostage.

5.Getting your baby to nap successfully sometimes makes you feel like a wizard.

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