I have one of those. A wife who, despite what I say behind her back, is actually pretty hot and two boys. William and Henry. We have a dog, a Staffordshire Bull Terrier called Rogue (he came with that name, but it does suit his character). And presently three cars and a motorbike. I’m the only one licenced to drive any of them. Ahem.
Well, it is my site, so I come first. Which to be fair is one of the few times I say that.
She’s shy and doesn’t really want me to put much about her, but suffice it to say she’s been a marvellous mum to both her sons and is hopefully a happy wife.
Both now schoolboys, and like chalk and cheese. Henry – the youngest – is by far the most boisterous and has his own special way with words. For example:
“Daddy, I wished we lived in a bungalow, then I wouldn’t have to sit on the stairs”.
and
“William! If you keep doing that I’m going to put you in a private ambulance”.
William, on the other hand is far more quiet and passive. But he takes after his dad. At 6 he’d set himself up an email account, password protected his user accounts and is very interested in how things work. To the point of disassembling a toy car to find the cam that made the engine rock when he pushed it along.