Who ever thought this little cutie with his cheeky smile and infectious giggle would grow up to be a big, stinky six foot 16 year old, wearing his trousers way too low and his hair way too long, the occassional grunt that gets translated for us by his younger brother and trouble for a middle name.
I can't quite believe I have a 16 year old in the house..it's most odd,heaven knows what I'll be like when he turns 18,now that really is scary!
Well, happy birthday George...
it's certainly been a roller coaster so far,with quite a few downs as opposed to ups,but none the less entertaining!
love you lots, honest.