I'd just like to show my readers that contrary to popular belief, we can play nicely. See us sat here drawing and colouring in at a table, and at the pub piano. What little angels.
(What my mum didn't know was that after she took this pic and left for the PuddleMums board game evening at Jof's for Erinsmum's birthday, we went wild with each of us in a different corner of the room singing alternately "Beans beans good for your heart" in full and "Scooby Dooby Doo did a poo" and laughing at our own bottom noises. And this was after I'd said "Yeh yeh blah blah" doing talky-finger actions to Erinsdad when he told me to stop playing the piano. Needless to say dad couldn't cope. He took me home and failed to tell me off for drawing a Thundercats tattoo on my arm in green felt tip. Mum now wonders why there are green marks in her bed.)