Reflecting back on some of the events of 2009, I just thought I'd share with you one of my comedy highlights. Namely, imagine my amusement and horror on finding my four year old daughter, who has a penchant for taking my books from the shelves, sitting in bed one evening, teddies and barbies on either side of her, studiously flicking through Sun Tzu's Art of War. At that point I realised, parentally speaking, I was probably doomed.
Fortunately she could not read at that point, although I now suspect that this could have been a clever subterfuge. Even today the 3"x4.5" Pocket Classic version is her favourite of my books, so I remain worried.
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