I'm sharing something that was news aaaages ago but in my defense, I am only just reading about it now. The news was delivered, literally, with my Who magazine subscription (yes, it's trashy but I NEED it, so hush your judgey mouth).
My favourite edition of the year is The Oscars special. Yes, I'm only just reading about the Oscars now. Yes, it was delivered almost one month ago and yes, it has been sitting in it's plastic cover, unopened, until now.
I blame the children entirely.
So, the news I'm sharing. I am in bed flicking through my brand new, month-old magazine. B is brushing his teeth. I tell him to hurry, I have something to show him.
He hops into bed next to me and together, we look.
And finally, this.
And then we have a little conversation about wouldn't it be sort of amazing and beautiful
I'm not even joking.
Yes, the as-yet unnamed twins of Denmark's Crown Prince Frederik and Princess Mary are overwhelming in their adorability but really? Not that we could choose to have twins anyway but seriously?
I am outraged at the blatant disregard we have shown for our future mental health. Four children under the age of five? What are we playing at, dammit?
Clearly, we can not be trusted to use our genitals responsibly.