Things are heating up here in the competition for Parent of the Year.

This morning all the other saintly things I had done - like load the dishwasher, fill the washing machine multiple times, reattach a Transformer to its packaging so T-Bot could experience the thrill of opening it a second time, and throw out a dead triops - suddenly meant nothing.

The Daddy made Homemade Playdoh. A huge sticky icky lump of it.

And you would think that they had never seen Playdoh before. It’s a hit!

And that’s all for now because I am off to clean Playdoh lumps off the walls, floor, stovetop and saucepan. As well as wherever the kids have thrown it.