I just love the feeling of life coming round full circle that you get when you have a child. It's the delight I get watching my little boy playing happily with the toys that I once took such delight in, or seeing my dad balance him on his knee for I'm the King of the Castle as he did 30-odd years ago with me.
Perhaps the most touching is hearing the little man's daddy gently singing songs to his son that he remembers his mum singing to him. When he wipes his hands after a meal, out comes the special rhyme and instead of tears and tantrums (having your hands scrubbed is not every toddler's idea of a good time) it becomes a fun game with smiles and laughter. There is a reason these things get recycled - they work.
And sometimes it is fun to start your own family traditions. We are coming up with some pretty mean dance routines; each of us developing our own special move. And while referring to wind (and I don't mean the meteorological kind) as windy puffs was great fun when I was five, we call them parpy pops in our house.
But using wobble-dobble to refer to dessert, as in 'Anyone for wobble-dobble?' was a touch of sheer genius by my parents that I don't think I can top. Or can I? Who's for scrummy-wummy yums yums?