If you're happy and you know it....

I spent the afternoon with my wee nephew today. He washed my hair for me. (Paula was cutting it, so this wasn't as random as it sounds.) What a lovely feeling to have his little hands on my head, saying "is that nice Auntie Hannah?". En route to the park, we were singing "If you're happy and you know it....." {insert ending of his choice} which was our cue to perform.

So I've decided I could set up a little business. "Rent a prime-time kid". The market would be overworked and undersocialised single 30 and 40 somethings with too much time to think about themselves and their issues.

You cannot fail to be high on life after an afternoon with a small child. My only problem would be guaranteeing the quality of the product. Because come the walk home, he was most definitely on the tired and whiny side. That's where my value proposition could well collapse.