I was charmed by this and pleased to think that George so looked up to his brother. I felt it would be good for Sam to have that responsibility for someone. In a way that was a bit too much to hope for, as Sam took full advantage on some occasions and took it all far too seriously on others. Sometimes, Sam would lie outrageously to George, making him believe all sorts of appalling things. At another time, Sam went into hysterics when we insisted on taking George into a military museum at Duxford, which sported a tongue-in-cheek notice "children found climbing on the exhibits will be shot on sight". Sam truly believed that we would not be able to restrain George from climbing on the tanks and therefore being shot...
I hated ironing shirts anyway so they were the easiest things to forget! At one awful stage of my career as a stay at home mum, I was ironing 15 white shirts a week. I bless the person who decided that polo shirts were a good idea for school uniform! Sam had shorts at this stage, but later the uniform changed to allow long trousers.They were made of grey flannel and were a pain in the neck as well. George used to fall almost every day when he started school so there was always a pair in the sewing box waiting to be patched on both knees! They ought to make school uniform trousers of something much tougher than wool. Kevlar maybe.
Gloves on strings. How cute.
George always liked to have something to wave about in the pushchair. This was his favourite sword at the time. Shortly after it was a book about Captain Hook and then a Captain Hook finger puppet. Big things were better. The tiny finger puppet caused a long trek in the rain one day. George was inconsolable one morning when we got home from taking Sam to school. "Droptit!" was all I could get out of him. Finally I realised the Hook puppet was missing and we set out in the rain and trudged our route to school. We found him caught up with the twigs and rubbish of the deluge at the edge of a drain. George took a fervent interest in the washing and drying of Hook, having him back before he was really ready. Then it was time to go out into the murk again and fetch Sam. A strangely unproductive morning.
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