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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
When I became a father, in a mixture of arrogance and ignorance, I thought it was my job to teach my son about life. Turns out he was the teacher and I the student. This book is a cosmic look at parenting (and being parented), from a humorist sitting cramped in a half lotus. There is ageless wisdom in these pages, sugar coated with the impish grin, and sometimes tender tears, of a toddler.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
When I became a father, in a mixture of arrogance and ignorance, I thought it was my job to teach my son about life. Turns out he was the teacher and I the student. This book is a cosmic look at parenting (and being parented), from a humorist sitting cramped in a half lotus. There is ageless wisdom in these pages, sugar coated with the impish grin, and sometimes tender tears, of a toddler.