Family

Four Years Ago…

Four years ago, I was driving an ancient, rattling rustbucket, had big plans of flying the nest and used to drag myself kicking and screaming off for a daily jog.

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I’m 98.999999% sure I was sporting a bad haircut.

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I’m very sure of this because in my younger days I was Queen of Bad Haircuts. My bad haircuts rocked this world to its lava-filled foundations.

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But this post isn’t about me.

It’s about this little guy.

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My pal. My mate. My chum.

My partner in all forms of mischievous organised crime.

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Four years ago, my crime partner was two-years-old.

This is what his cheeky little face looked like.

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This is what his cheeky little face looks like now.

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Then.

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Now.

See the resemblance?

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Even back then my chum was up-to-date with all the latest technology.

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He was and is a fearless snake charmer.

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And could fence like nobody’s business.

Please note the clenched fist.

Whatever you do, don’t mess with a fencer’s clenched fist.

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Nothing much has changed. Except that I now drive an ancient, relatively rust and rattle free car, I have since skydive out from the mother tree, and my runners have entered early retirement.

I’m a tradie now. My exercise regime is 24/7.

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Things with my buddy haven’t changed much either.

He’s still a tradie after my own heart.

Still beats me at hand-to-hand wrestling.

And still pulls the kind of faces I need an interpreter for.

You may have noticed.

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He is a pretty regular face puller on this blog of mine. Anyone would think I birthed the kid myself the way he pops up in 89% of my posts.

I have no idea how that happens by the way.

None whatsoever.

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All that aside though, there is one thing that has remained completely and utterly the same.

We’re still partners in all forms of mischievious organize crime.

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By the way. This is Mama Bear.

She’s really the one who gave birth to my little chum.

Just thought I’d clear that up.

She’s also Super Woman.

I know because I found her Super Hero suit in her wardrobe.

She doesn’t know I know, if you know what I mean.

Which brings me to another thing…

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This is my little sister.

I don’t think you’ve met her, so let me make the introductions.

Everyone, this is Anna. Anna, this is everyone.

If I was ever the Queen of Bad Haircuts, Anna is definately, absolutely the Queen of Drama.

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And she definately, absolutely does not get it from me.

Just thought I’d clear that up.

xx The Girl in Trousers

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