

When I think of parenting little kids, a few things always come to mind: the sweet mispronunciations — like calling puddles "puggles" — backpacks that seem too big for their tiny bodies and honestly, nothing melts me faster than seeing them in their pyjamas just after a bath.
Then there are the pockets filled with rocks, random kitchen bits found in beds and that sudden rash or drippy nose that seems to appear from nowhere.