Why do boys have to smash, crash and bash everything? And why are they so smutty?
The next day another friend came over and the pair of them kept flashing their bottoms out of the bedroom window and blowing raspberries at passers by. They then threw large stones over our fence into the neighbour’s garden, narrowly missing his 90-yearold mother who was trying to enjoy a bit of peace (as if).
So, the Match Attax book went again, and so has this week’s pocket money.
Although, Samuel is always really sorry after these “incidents” it doesn’t seem to stop him from committing similar misdemeanours days later.
My husband and I are both struggling to teach him the value of things. He seems to think that if he breaks something it can be replaced just like that, and of course, it can’t - particularly a £900 bed, which has since been repaired with some “Hard as Nails” glue and some parcel tape.
I know some people would argue that we should have been watching him more, but we honestly thought the silence meant they were playing nicely. We now know if Samuel and friends are quiet for too long they are usually up to no good.