Sons

With four daughters and just one son in the middle of them, I knew he’d have a tough time and have to be creative and innovative to survive. Particularly when aged four I found his sisters had dressed him in their old clothes, plastered him makeup then stuck a hideous curly blonde wig on his head. He was sitting in an old push chair cheerfully sucking a lollipop while they stood round him with tins collecting money for the guy.
I knew he’d do well in life.
Knowing my love of baking cake, cookies, toffee apples etc, he came home one day and told me the school was holding a charity fete and needed some baking, naturally I obliged and baked a huge amount of goodies. Later after school I asked him how the money raising had gone, he shrugged and said “OK“. It wasn‘t till the next day I discovered there was no fete, Along with one of his friends he‘d set up shop in the school playground selling my baking to the other kids at recess!
Glad to say he still knows how to make me chuckle, he's doing well in life and I'm thoroughly proud of him.