Mainly try and make sure they're with their dad more than me. He has more patience!
Ah the younger days when they laughed with you instead of at you. Like yourself we did all kinds of things to bring a smile to the girls faces, these days the shoe is often on the other foot.
both like a game of 'daddaroo' which consists of waiting for me to go asleep on the sofa and then taking it in turns to pile as much crap on me as possible until I wake or move, something that mrs davej is trying to discourage because of the mess.
If they happen to be at home for the night and we are out, then filling our bed with rice crispies and cornflakes makes em chuckle.
setting me alight seemed like a good wheeze, but backfired when me towelling dressing gown went up quicker than you can blink, fortunately it was only the very tips of the towelling that went up, but it was spectacular for a couple of seconds.
Putting a shovel full of concrete into each of my wellies didn't pay immediate dividends, sort of delayed fun, but when I did go to get them the desired giggles were provided.
the list really does go on, with all the old favourites like waiting for dad to get in the shower before turning on other taps in the house to fuck up the temperature, but to be fair they get it back from me.
In general weve always been 'at it' as a family and there are times when this is a mad place to be, but I wouldn't want it ay other way.