Letters to my sons.

Dear Son,

You have been throwing things for a while now and I have been telling you “Don’t throw!” Sometimes you shout out “Don’t throw” before throwing things – so you have been listening, just not understanding.

This morning I changed your nappy in our bedroom, wrapped it in a nappy sack and with deft flick of the wrist threw it into the bin after bouncing it off the wall. I was quite pleased with my handy work until you looked at me and said: “Don’t throw!”

I now know that I must lead by example at all times until you are able to distinguish the difference between actions that appear to be the same. Throwing a ball in the park is not the same as throwing a car around the front room except that for you, at your age, throwing is throwing.

Consider me “telt” – as they say up North.