Daddy knows best

I love it when I'm telling T to do something and while he is busy saying no, something/someone arrives on the scene and suddenly he realizes he should listen to me. Case in point; today I went with him to St James's Park and kept telling him to give me his bag of crisps and he absolutely refused kicking and rocking in his stroller. Soon as we entered the park, he was accosted by some geese, gulls, pigeons and a pair of pelicans, all demanding a share of the crisps. Guess what happened???