Once upon a time, when the LittleDavys were very little, their Dad was a handsome, wise and rich prince.
Those were the days when making toast that looked like trees, and being a horse, and burping on demand were the very keys to the kingdom.
These days LittleDavyOne is making complicated French cuisine, and LittleDavyTwo is riding real horses over really high jumps, and I’m left swinging between pride and sorrow.
“Dad, I’m not a nincompoop, you know,” said LittleDavyTwo the other day when I thoughtlessly offered an opinion on a matter of no importance.
No you’re not sweetie, but I am.
And they all lived reasonably happily ever after.