Youthsitting by Trevor Plumbly

Growing Pains ‘We’re having the boys for the night.’ This news was delivered as if I had been rewarded for something highly deserving. Much as I love my grandsons, I regard their visits like the curate’s egg: ‘good in parts’. I’ve always had trouble relating to kids, to the extent that I often wonder if I ever was one. Infants don’t worry me much: jingle a few keys and they’re easily entertained; they’re portable and sleep a lot. Young kids are a bit more demanding, but nothing a few bribes can’t sort;… Read More