I think Little Miss is trying to kill me again. Not like in that recurring dream I have in which I wake up just as she is about to bludgeon me to death with dolly, but in a less deliberate (I hope) way.

This weekend we went to a fair on Saturday and far from the usual junk food fest the toddler has found a new reason for existence - and it is thrill seeking rides. The only problem is she is starting to drag me along on her rides of death. This means going on giant slides, into jumping castles anything that we will let her go on.

So far the rides have been manageable from my perspective with the only real risk to life or limb being the following:

• risk of being crushed under the weight of a gaggle of toddlers on a jumping castle
• expiring of a heart attack climbing up endless flights of stairs to get to the top of the Helter Skelter (giant swirly slide thing).
• being beaten to death by Wife for allowing said toddler to go on rides that are too dangerous for her.

But judging from the day at the fair we are about to kick it up a notch and take it to another level. Little Miss was seriously eying off the spin around, wooosh up an down, mouth in the stomach - you know the ones like the ‘Hurricane’, that the cool teenagers go on before sneaking a ciggie behind the port-a-loos.

At one stage she actually looked at me after gazing longingly at the ride and stated “I’m bigger now Daddy, I’m a big girl”, to which my only reply was to try and convince her that she had to be as tall as daddy before she could go on that ride. Luckily for me she didn’t notice the people that weren’t as tall as me already on the ride.

The other cause for concern is that it won’t be that long until she is as tall as me anyway, then it will be one for young and old because the last line of defence will have been breached.