First NHS Parenting Class this evening. In my cruel, limited middle-class way, I am expecting a very different experience when compared with the NCT.
Step one: identify the father...
Mind you, among the countless numbers of pregnancy-related books, pamphlets, leaflets and admonishments littering the house, one includes advice to new dads: it reads, "Don't have an affair."
I am not making this up, honest.
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Monday, June 04, 2007
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