Claire Croucher, 47, Milton Keynes
Hearing the sound of the tap as my daughter Leah washed her hands in the bathroom, I tried to contain my giggles.
I heard footsteps coming towards the door, and I held my breath.
As the door opened, I pounced. ‘Boo!’ I shouted.
Leah jumped out of her skin, and I collapsed in a fit of laughter.
‘I got you,’ I chuckled.
‘You frightened the life out of me, Mum!’ she said, giggling.
It was typical for us – we both had an evil, sarcastic sense of humour, and loved playing tricks on each other.
Our house was always echoing with laughter – if it wasn’t me or Leah, it was my husband John, 47, or his two kids, Jade and Haydon, too.
They lived with us, and Leah adored her big brother and sister – they were thick as thieves.
The kids all grew into adults, and John and I were so proud of who they’d all
