Maybe not a completely irrational idea but I did feel like a massive, irresponsible dickhead standing in the queue for the lift for over an hour.
Going out with the urchins under the pretence that you’re a nice normal family often serves as a startling reminder that the opposite is true.
Thank God for the amazing individuals convinced that grown-up fun tailored to kids is the future of sane parenting.
Everything about Toconoco is low-key, from its location in laid-back De Beauvoir to its cool, typically Japanese decor.
Sculptural works are displayed on the floor behind foot-high cordons that may as well be labelled ‘baby limbo contest this way’.
With the museum moving to an £83m new home and me giving birth to an 8.3lb baby, I was keen to find out how well we’d gel.
Bab became totally overwhelmed by the audiovisual overflow and proceeded to have a full-on head-banging, floor-licking tantrum.
The Corner House is less a play cafe and more a small, well-planned city in which to play, eat, drink, meet and learn.
What?: I’ve taken Bab to the V&A a few times, with mixed results. There was the time we went for an aimless wander and she got absolutely covered in museum-floor filth, kept trying to prod the priceless artefacts and pissed off a waitress by recarpeting the cafe floor with Petit Filous
Fount is the parental utopia you’ve always dreamed of but never believed could exist because life just isn’t that kind