(There is a bloody good reason why it is called children playground instead of fat bum adult’s playground. Image source: http://middleagedmary.blogspot.com/)
Last weekend, I had a damn good workout!
After a long gap, I had a good badminton session with one of the toughest opponent around – my son. Compared to last time, he can now serve and return some of my hits but conditions have to be just right – easy, slow, high shuttlecock.… [Click to read the rest] “Parenting 101: Dangers From Morons At the Playground”