Sexy Happy Rainbow Whore

Flipping through an Officeworks back-to-school catalogue, I found myself wondering which products I would buy my kids. I'm quite aware that I don't have any kids as of yet, so this blog-post might look like a joke, but it isn't.

Jez thinks I'm silly. Well in that case I hope our kids inherit their daddy's brains.

So here we go.

That's cute. I'd buy the boy the green one, and the girl the blue. Let's give them names. Girl will now be known as Vienna. Boy will be Kei.

I want Vienna to be artsy. Quite apart from everything else, art class provides an excellent opportunity for becoming acquainted with height-compromised boys. And I really like visual diaries. I used to have books full of my long-lost artistic creativity. It died with my musical talent.

My favourite notebook. Ever.



I would be deeply disappointed if "I love mummy" isn't graffitied on Kei's desk or toilet seat.

I'll make them banana bread. And sandwiches. And muffins. Sometimes if they're unfortunate they might find themselves trying to swap their best friend's apple for daddy's week-old stew.

I won't let my kids out the door with these fuglies.

My baby's lunch goes in this ... :)

And this ...