Mummy tells me that one Sunday every year is set aside for Daddy pampering, so I got into the spirit of things by not ordering mine around quite so much.

The old man set down his video camera and nappy changing gear and put his feet up for a change. Mum slaved over a hot stove as per usual.

My Mummy’s dad Gerard (in the picture) also dropped in for the day and we tucked into a massive roast and yummy cakes afterwards. We also lazed about in the park as you can see.

This fathering lark isn’t so bad. I may well have a go myself
one day.