Finally!

Dave and I picked him up from a house party in the wilds of Jackson Cross and tried hard to keep a straight face while he and his pal tried to outdo each other telling us that they definately, totally weren't drunk. Except they were, at least Sam definately was, ending each sentence with a wee giggle. Here he is, drinking some water enforced by his mum, before he giggled some more. I remember the days he was wee and got hyper on iron bru and we had to make sure he had only a wee drop, now he's old enough to go to a house party and drink rubbish like blue wicked and Smirnoff ice. Ahh, the exuberance of youth. Oh but i'm quite glad he has some exuberance tucked away when needed.