My son was 4 months old and my wife was feeling particularly tired and finding the breastfeeding tough. I told her that I would be on night duty for changing nappies and getting him out of the cot etc for feeds so that she would get the maximum rest possible and hopefully build up some reserves. Reserves what am I talking about just get some rest.

Anyway at about 3.30am there I am taking my son downstairs where I had "conveniently" left all the nappy changing gear!! I slipped on a dressing gown and downstairs we went. I put the changing mat on a table to make him higher up having recently busted my back and through bleary eyes I set to work.

As I put the soiled nappy into the nappy bag I was looking at my son with pride listening to his   cooing noises of affection. I stepped back and to my horror the carpet was all wet. Dam that cat was my reaction. However as I turned round the side of my dressing gown swung back and stuck to my leg. All cold and soaked through I looked down to see that the noises of affection were nothing of the sort. My son continued to pee at a strange right angle over me, the table and my dressing gown. As I let out a cry of ahhh he stopped, gave me a cheeky smile and drifted off back to sleep. Not for the first time the washing machine went on in the "wee" small hours and of I went to the shower. You got to love em!!