Look, up there.
Do you see?
Even a broken arm doesn’t slow him down.
This weekend, he constructed a treehouse.
In palm trees.
In the rain.
With a casted arm.
It’s no wonder I have grey hair.
My very black and white, you’ll be right, eat what’s on your plate, you can do it yourself, give it a go parenting style comes back and bites me on the bum sometimes.