Edie: “Smell Daddy.” Me: “Smell what?” Edie: “My finger.” Me: “Ok.” I hesitantly sniffed and got a distinct whiff of poo, however she had just done a nostril stripping one in her nappy so I couldn’t tell if it was just that I was smelling. Me: “What does it smell of Edie?” Edie: (excitedly) “Poo Daddy!” Me: “Why does it smell…Continue Reading “A story of the glamorous role of being a parent”