...being thankful that your six year old demonstrates in the privacy of our own home, that to her, a dance-off means that you should take your clothes off while dancing.
We still cannot explain why she was wearing multiple sets of underwear...
Having to decide whether it's safe to get in and out of the shower without having to dismantle the complex railway infrastructure that is the newest feature of the bathroom floor.
(For the record, no. No it was not safe. The bathroom floor is once again clear of model railway.)
Discovering the EU milk lake on the living room floor because the boy decided he could pour a drink for himself.
Also, ceasing to worry about whether milk is good or not good for the cat. If he's helping in the mop-up operation he's welcome to whatever he can drink.
Always having three separate toilet rolls on the go at any given point in time:
The almost dry one that's usable, if you're careful.
The completely sodden roll that's drying on the radiator because your son has discovered the sink is the best play-thing in the whole house. And now he's strong enough to turn on the taps, no matter how tight they're twisted closed.
The new, pristine dry one up on the high shelf, that's only for visitors.