Never in the field of parental endeavour.......

Sometimes being a parent feels like one prolongated combat zone.

Meal times. Bed times. Playtime. You name it. It's one constant struggle for power.

Just been to see Kai's teacher about Junior's difficulties with learning to read among other things and I felt like the British people being adressed by Winston Churchill. I have nothing to offer you but blood, sweat and tears.

And soon it's summer holidays: We will fight them on the beaches. We will fight them in Gröna Lund. We will fight them in MacDonalds.

You will be pleased to hear that Ulrika is made of sterner stuff than me when it comes to negotiating with the Axis of Infants.

Whereas I am prepared to offer a few ice creams or a slice of Sudetenland to ensure Peace in our Time, she is busy digging air raid shelters and training the Homeguard. I guess I need to join the Dads Army!

Never surrender!