For us Northerners, Blackpool illuminations is a rite of passage. It's a coming of age moment. Right up there with your first Greggs pasty, chip barms and rickets.
I'll not lie, I had high expectations. So much so I may have bigged it up a little too much.
Duinrell Family Park - Canvas Holidays
Big Shop with Little Helpers
Like Riding a Bike
We were only in London for a couple of days, and yet Luca somehow managed to pick up the accent as well as some words that were totally inappropriate for one so young.
At first I was taken aback (OK, after initially being slightly amused) but as it continued for a few days it became more than a little disturbing.
Maybe it's because I helped out at school last year and now appear on a 'gullible parents' list, or possibly it's because when asked by his teacher, Luca told her I didn't work during the week and watched football all day. Either way, this week I was roped into helping out on his school trip.
I can empathise with HMRC. You start with a basic fundamental principal that relies on the goodwill of all concerned (i.e. Pay. Your. Tax), and before long the less scrupulous are finding ways around it.
So you legislate. You introduce new laws that inevitably get flouted, so you legislate some more.
Some months ago I began the seemingly impossible mission of teaching the boys about the virtues of sharing and compromise, much to the ridicule of everyone I told. Well, who's laughing now ... OK so its certainly not Luca as his last ounce of faith in human kindness has been lost forever ...
Sorry, I lied, it absolutely is another back to school post. What can you do, I called it The Tales of Sonny and Luca. You make your bed, you lie in it.
Sonny started Juniors today, but he'll not forget his time in infants, not least because those memories are still etched across his tie in gravy.
Which came first, the campsite or the amusement park?
As is often the case, my question fell on deaf ears as we arrived at the fabulous Duinrell Holiday Park in the Netherlands, courtesy of Canvas Holidays.
I love everything about France, even if my last trip was memorable for very different reasons. But then who's not nearly been arrested for human trafficking at some point in their lives? Really, just me?
Sonny has numerous favourites, teddy one, teddy two, elephant, chicken, rabbit one, two, three ...
Every few years we have a weekend away with our extended family of Bryce/Mackies. The Mackies head South of the border, and we drive North until we meet half-way; in a beautifully converted barn in the Lake District.
Just in case I have to apply for a job in the future and need to explain my appearance on some council register it's probably best that I put today's 'incident' on record.
One of the greatest joys of being a stay at home dad is being able to take a step back, and providing I don't stand on a piece of LEGO, taking a second to appreciate just how much the boys learn each and every day. It's a ridiculous and frightening amount.
Only a second though.