Flight Flight wee man

Flight of my life (said the startled Chinaman).

The wee man hits bed a half-hour early tonight cos he's got the flight of his life tomorrow - all the way down the Yellow Brick Road.

When I were a lad...... bedtime consisted of a chase up the stairs. Now it's book or nursery-rhyme, followed by cd-stereo book and a cup of warm milk. Huh.


Maybe I should get Mum to sing her Mom song to him each night before bed.

(Amazing..... for Mums everywhere!)