Aren’t teenage boys, not seven month olds, meant to eat you out of the house? I swear I caught him the other day hovering at the fridge, in his new Dunlop Volleys (cuute!), opening the door, sighing then slamming it shut muttering ‘there’s never anything good to eat…grumble grumble.’

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