A good thing about having kids is that I have a really good excuse to buy super nice artwork that I wouldn’t normally be justified in purchasing. Like this incredible ABC book illustrated by Paul Thurlby. It’s just gone onto my birthday list for the boys.
Is it bad that I buy them things that I really like? Even though they’d probably prefer an all-singing all-dancing dvd of in the night garden or some other inane thing? Sorry kids, until you are old enough to complain about it, I’m decorating your room how I like it!if you liked this post, you may also like:/span>