Twin boy is becoming a young man in front of me, his hands reside somewhere near his manhood at all times and he is brewing a dislike of all things girlie.
His love affair with the great British sport of football is fully underway and I despair daily when I have to put away the shredded remains of the wrappers of his Euro 12 stickers. I have one grown man firmly stapled to the sofa whilst bigger men run around on the TV chasing a ball and one smaller man seizing every opportunity to take his little foot and welly a ball against my garage door.