When I was young, we were really poor. So poor, our mam would make us go throw stones at passing steam trains, hoping that an angry fireman would chuck a lump of coal back at us.

So, since my last post, my son has turned into a psycho.

Okay, not really.  My wife had taken the kids out and they were with some other kids and there was a game of tug of war.  A boy was winning against my daughter, so my son, who thought that he was being mean to his sister went up to have a fight to defend her.  He is four, the boy he took on was aged seven!  Needless to say, my wife managed to intervene before things actually got beyond pushing, but a fight was in the off!

Today we have taken the kids to watch Brave.  I have to say, I liked the film.  Unlike many Disney films, I think that it had a positive rolemodel, someone who takes action to change fate.  A message my daughter took on board.  She has been looking forward to the film for ages, and for her, it was worth the wait.  My son loved it as well, though he warmed to the triplets the most.

Anyway, the are in bed now, I just hope that they did not find that it gives them nightmares.