Boys, Boy's, Boy's

I’ve raised two boys. Now in their 20’s pretty well rounded so I don’t think I did too much damage. When they were 2 and 4 they were terrors. I’d gone shopping with them to a big shopping centre. Was looking around one shop to discover both In the front window undressing the mannequins. A huge crowd had gathered. They had run me ragged and I was exhausted. I only wanted to buy an outfit for a party that weekend. Anyway, on the way home I stopped outside a hospital. I pointed to the hospital. Told them that’s where they were born. Pulled out a large receipt from the supermarket and said “this is the receipt I got when you arrived, if you two don’t behave I’m taking you back and exchanging you for quitter kids” Love them to bits really. Had a lovely quiet afternoon that day.

Submitted by Kate