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Can you believe it? My little cousin just ate my ice-cream last night. After dinner we were watching TV and he randomly called out for ice-cream. So what did we do? We jumped up and followed is calls to the freezer.

Three bowls - one for me, one for little Alex and one for my other cousin - were laid out, all had some ice-cream in them and then the ice-cream tub was empty. We had the last three bowls.

Christi - the 14 year old cousin - ate hers, Alex ate his and then quietly, oh so quietly, moved around the table, distracted me and then stole my bowl.

Initially I put up a bit of a tussle, then realised that everyone else gives him what he wants so my attempts would be futile. He won.

I hate knowing that a three-year-old managed to outwit me.

My girlfriend will be so ecstatic to read this blog post. But I am not ready for kids, there you go babe! I said it.

My cousins are staying at my house this week. I am Greek and therefore have many cousins so let me elaborate. My aunt (my mother’s sister) has three kids. Two girls, 14 and 16, and one boy - a laatlammetjie - who is 3.

I have blogged about them before I do believe, have a read if you like.

Alex seems to think that he can do what he pleases being the youngest of the lot. And more often than not it seems as though he manages to get away with it all! Not when I’m around, not when he’s throwing things at my Mac. No one messes with the Mac.

And right there and right then I realised that I am not ready for children. The scariest part of the thought process is knowing that at my age (23) my mother had me and me brother already and was running a household. No way, not a chance, thanks but no thanks.

I am sure that it’s different when it is actually your kids and don’t get me wrong, I love my cousins dearly and would do anything for them and to protect them, but wow, I am not ready for kids.

The house is a shambles, there are more toys on the floor than tiles in my house. There are clothes everywhere, the house pangs with the scent of teenage hormones and the female presence is now overriding the male presence in my house. This is not a usual situation for me as I am used to having one female for every three males in my house. It is now the other way round. Too much for me thank you.

But again, I am sure that it’s different when it’s your kid that is making a mess of things because then you are obligated and responsible to clean up their mess whether you like it or not. I am not and happily so. Thank you very much I’ll be wise and I’ll condomise, I suggest you do the same if you agree with me on this one!