This is a God’s Honest True 1st hand story.

We bring our children up as we were brought up.

For various reasons, my childhood was very free. I spent a lot of time on my own doing me stuff. So I raised my two boys the same way.

Over 20 years ago we lived in a secret (ssssh) military camp with the vast acres of Salisbury Plain as my kids’ backyard.

Neighbour on left side. Put in a complaint to the OC about how MY boys had bullied HER 2 precious by pushing them in a puddle. All four came home dripping wet and filthy dirty. I laughed. Ran a bath. Stripped children and left them to wash as I put their clothes in the machine.

Neighbour on right side. Put in a complaint to the OC about how MY boys had bullied her 1 precious by biting his ears.

Oooops.

It soon turned out that HER precious was wearing a bandage around his head and ears because she’d been soooooooo disgusted about giving birth to a child with sticky out ears that she’d forced said precious into a hospital operation to have his ears “pinned back.”

SMH :o(