Sunday morning found me knee deep in two year olds. At times I was only ankle deep, largely due to the love/hate relationship toddlers have with gravity.
It was one of those moments you realise your trove of life experience counts for nothing. Despite having actually been a toddler, I was at a loss. When the first tears erupted I quickly passed the buck to Riaan, a helpful father who had stayed to assist with our 15 inmates. There were only three guards.
What I do know is that that is a beaver. And that is a Walrus. And that is a cricket. And that kids choose books with cardboard pages over cheesy American sing-along DVDs. Hardcopy for the win. Once the animals books made an appearance I was set.
