Inspired by the Bigfella's story
I am reminded of one occasion when Nitrous junior was about 10 months old.

Some friends of ours, who were expecting, offered to look after Junior whilst we went out for the afternoon. Aparently, they wanted the practice!!!!

I nearlly said, "Oh don't worry, when your little bundle of joy comes along, you'll get loads of practice!" But I stopped myself - One thing you realise, when you become a parent, is that time spent as a couple, doing coupley stuff, like going to the flicks or out for a meal, is something of a rare treat - so, of course, we lept at the chance to escape our little darling for a few hours.

Mrs Nitrous and I had a lovely time, we went to the pub for lunch, then to the cinema, rounded off by skinny-lattes at the local coffee shop. When we returned home, our friends were wearing that haunted look you might associate with someone who has just had a particularly unpleasent glimpse of the future (Think Christopher Walken in the Dead Zone). Apparently, the little scamp had screamed the house down from the moment we left, to about a minute before we returned. Weirdly, they never offered to baby sit for us again. I wonder why?
(Nitrous Nitrous, Fri 29 Oct 2010, 16:29, Reply)