Oh, just hilarious. I suppose that's down to me not having children, rather just one child. Who seems to not destroy my things, fed himself from starting solids and tidies up with me. Oh yes - and co-slept so the nights were spent sleeping, unless pain was an issue. Even now, four years on, I love our snuggly night cuddles when I just transfer beds.

(Even with a child, I hate the smugness of the parents to the child-free. Life is NOT BAD when you have a child. Children are NOT EVIL either, they can be well behaved, friendly and a joy to be around. Or maybe my standards are just too high?)