When our dear Cally was but a wee babe, a mere few months old, she suffered from colic somethin’ fierce. Try as we might we couldn’t calm her down. She’d cry and cry and cry in her misery. One day we discovered two magical elements that, when combined, calmed the savage little, toothless beast.
The first was the Daddy Shoulder. She had to have her head on my left shoulder. The second was the Pogues. You couldn’t just bounce. You had to dance as if you were in a pub. Only then was peace found.