Having a child has fast proven to be one of the best experiences of my life. There’s something about having a mini human run around the house that I find enjoyable and amusing. However, it would appear that I’m raising a dictator and the world could be in danger. I seem to have become a slave to a boss a third of my size! Walking in the door from work generally means it’s colouring time or god forbid riding on the trike of sadness (mine not the child’s!). I feel myself constantly walking a fine line between ensure my child is entertained while not embracing their every whim. Being a guardian of a mini human comes with a certain amount of responsibility. The world is full of entitled morons and you should do your damnedest not to add another one to the mix but running your own mini military camp for toddlers is probably overdoing things. I try to ensure that I keep my child engaged and enjoy the time we spend together (Hell, between play t...