i was blessed with 4 children, unfortunately i only have 3 now, James is 18 and at college, he lives with his girlfriend in Liverpool, my kid's are ok only
because i'm nutty.
Sam only wears his halo on tuesday's and thursday's the rest of the week he's a regular kid, he can be rude when the moment takes him (he called my dad an old fart last week) and probably the only reason he isn't skateboarding on pavements is because there aren't any round here
he has his good points too, he's horrible to Pip on a regular basis at home but defends her to the last at school
and he did buy her a puppy for her birthday, while i was typing this post he came striding into my bedroom in his boxers "mum, is this normal?" i looked down at his legs and said "what?" he then pointed to his thighs "them" "Sam they're muscles, probably from you cycling up that hill from school" "oh so they're not tumours then" no Sam they are deffo muscles" "oh i thought they were tumours"
Sam, go cover up your tumours will you before they catch cold..............................