"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2013." via Che and Fidel
Oscar: You seem to be unable to walk - you'd much rather run.
Charlie: The other night when you were supposed to be sleeping, you unzipped the cushion on your bed and ripped through the insert just like that. The filling piled up all over the floor. "Charlie, my darling child. Charlie, you'll drive me wild."
Harry: Since turning five, you keep asking if you can return to Prep, as I pulled you out at the end of Term 1. Your reason: "Kindy is boring."
Jack: Screen time - the only time you can manage to sit still.