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Having Kids Is Easy...

Having kids is easy. 

All you have to do is feed them, change them, keep them safe, teach them right from wrong, educate them on manners, ensure they're polite, pay for everything, teach them how to talk, help them with homework, help them move out, cover their university fees, help them move back in, pay for their wedding, approve of their spouse and bite your lip when they make terrible life choices. And after all that, you'll probably have to look after THEIR kids a bit. 

Piece of piss..

I've started a parenting podcast called '5 Things I Learned' and you can get it on iTunes here...
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