So once again, I am an Uncle. My little niece Eva has a new baby sister Meg, as of a week or so ago. The birth was nowhere near as eventful as Eva’s, thank goodness.
You’ve got to laugh. My Mum struggled away with three boys: a collective whirlwind of mess, noise, smell, dirt, and a total inability to piss straight that had her demanding her own shower and toilet just to be assured of quiet and clean surroundings for at least part of the day. And now she has four granddaughters.
I could, fairly reliably, inform her that small girls aren’t completely innocent in these matters, but I’m not sure she’d believe me.