Ever since Pete was born I've been struggling with the deja vu that my son is almost identical to my sister at his age. "Do it myself" was the first sentence from both. There's also the worryingly ginger tinge that both sported as toddlers. I had wondered if being around two short, ultra-independent individuals might be too much even for such a calm and mature older sibling as myself, but (inevitably) Pete and Em got along like a house on fire. I was only left to tidy up after them.
So goodbye Emily, and come again as soon as British Airways lets you back on a flight. I told you not to mix vodka miniatures with air sickness tablets, but you wouldn't listen...
Last supper, at The Cheesecake Factory, naturally.
A Cheesecake Factory that was in a casino!! Pete was too small to go onto the gaming floor himself (what draconian Maryland laws are these?) so we sent Aunty Em in and watched through a window. Her dollar disappeared pretty quickly. I guess not everyone in the family can be born a winner.
