I am a proud parent. Yes, well…not always. I am mostly a proud parent – some time’s my darling children have done something that is not exactly something to be proud of. For instance, we have two kids beds in the kids room. Now, one of our darling children wanted a new spider man bed. We said no, he said OK. End. Not quite. Next thing we know, we hear a large crack. Yes, the child has broken his bed. After three months punishment, we indeed had to buy a new bed. Our child is not the proud owner of a barbie doll bed. Smile. “He” is not the winner after all.