Latest weekly Insing column is "mrbrown and the bed"
When you have small children, it is easy to forget that they grow up.
In your eyes, they are still toddlers and babies when, in actual fact, they have already outgrown their beds.
This is what the wife is for, to point out to the clueless Papa (i.e. Me) that it was time to buy a bigger bed for them. All three of them.
I left the wife to do the research and she combed through the catalogues and junk mail from furniture stores. We knew we wanted a bunk bed so that we could save some space in our little HDB apartment, so we focused on those.
That led to our first philosophical disagreement. The wife wanted something made of wood and I thought a metal bed frame was good enough. "Tough and sturdy what, steel," I said.
She would have none of it. A steel bunk bed did not please her sense of aesthetics and the few dollars saved would not be worth staring all day at what she considered an eyesore.
So it had to be made of wood. (cont'd)