Here are four of my sons, with a few cousins and assorted amigos added to the mix - mostly pre-testosteroned, stoned teens.
Don't you just love 'em? goes the trite and twee refain. Do I hell...! They are making my life one long round of driving, spending, arguing and compromising - and, if no compromise, gargatuan battles.
But, the difference between teasing and bullying is who has the power and who has the confidence? Who has authority and who shows the arrogance? In the teenage kulturkampf, these roles shift and switch without warning, between adults and kids.
This is how they used to look, little darlings, after a few weeks mellowing in the Scillies...
Paddy, Joe and Nicky, bleached and biddable...
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