Re: Kids who'd have them!!!!!
Another embarassing moment was when my youngest was 3. We go to stockcar meetings cheer our favorite drivers and boo those we don't like. One day I was carrying him round the pits he was looking behind me. He suddenly started shouting 'Boo Smithy' & kept repeating it I told him that was enough but he wouldn't stop. You've guessed it Smithy was about a foot behind us & my little 'un had recognised him. My other half shot off leaving me stood there feeling really guilty and Smithy laughing.
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