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I spent today in a room with three two and three year olds asking them who`s your daddy? Thankfully free from groaning and moans or pleasure before you get the wrong idea and call the paedophile police onto me, I must hasten to add that this was in the guise of a sensei teaching them English.

I love being called Sensei:

“Sensei, what are we doing now? Shall we sing the clean up song?”
“Well my young padowan. No. First you must attack me unarmed in a circle of fire. If you defeat me, your training is complete and you may cut off my head for I shall never be able to raise it with the shame burderned on top. If you lose I shall not hesitate to slowly castrate you. And so it begins…..”

I`m sorry. I learned a new song today which I had to sing. I shall transcribe the lyrics for you. It is called Daddy`s home.

Daddy`s home. I`m so happy
Daddy`s home. I`m so happy
Daddy`s home. I`m so happy
I`m so happy my daddy`s home

I`m so glad he`s my daddy
I`m so glad he`s my daddy
I`m so glad he`s my daddy
I`m so happy my daddy`s home

Daddy`s home here come`s daddy
Daddy`s home here come`s daddy
Daddy`s home here come`s daddy
I`m so happy my daddy`s home

Yes.