Come on admit it you have a favourite child.
Everyone does. We just won’t say we do, will we? We don’t want to confess.
We’ve all heard that haven’t we? Or thought it? No doubt at some stage in their lives our children will think it of us.
She’s your favourite. She always gets everything. You never let me do it.
I definitely have a favourite child, or maybe I should say “favoured child”. But it changes all the time with my three.
When it comes to homework time, it’s my middle child, who I sit with while he is compliant and still as I bribe him one smartie at a time to read out just a few more pages, to write out just another spelling word. My favourite little guy.