He never learns. Last night he kicked up murder and started sobbing when it was time to go to bed. He carried on to such a degree I did a real mamy thing. I slapped him on the hand and told him 'now you have something to cry about'.
This morning, he kicked up murder about going to football training and Darren did the exact same thing. "Hold your hand out Arthur... . . slap . . . . now you have something to cry about". I never knew we both had mammies from the same old school of child rearing.
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