We took the toddler Little Miss to Lollipops Playland today - and it was an absolute blast.

I find one of the best thins about having kids is that they definitely provide you an excuse to stop being an adult and start being a toddler yourself at times as well. With Little Miss yelling words of encouragement, waving her arms around and screaming out ‘Come on Dad!’ I found myself doing all kinds of things that normally you are frowned upon as an adult for doing.

I jumped on the bouncing castle, went on numerous slides, rode the tea cups, push along cars and even frolicking in the ball pit of death with the other toddlers (and the odd parent) - and it was the best way to spend a Saturday morning that I can think of.

Sure I ended the day pretty exhausted after climbing up and down all the equipment, my bum hurt from going down slides not built for the expanded rear end of middle age, and my ears are still ringing from all the screaming (and the less said about the nausea from the tea cups the better).

But all that pales into insignificance when compared with the look of wonder in our toddlers eyes with each new experience and thrill and warm inner glow you get from spending time together not so much as father and daughter, but two friends sharing thrills, spills and adventure.

And these are things I definitely need to lap up now because before I know it, she will be a teenager, not a toddler, and I will not longer be a source of fun and excitement, but of embarrassment and derision.

Until then I will remain her playmate, source of security and a god in her world - and nothing can be better than that!

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