Head to toe in mud, my sons Joe and Nicky tumbled in through the front door.
‘Joe!’ I shrieked, seeing he was missing half a front tooth.
‘Skateboarding, Mum,’ he shrugged, flashing me his cheeky grin.
Good job its only a baby tooth,’ I told him.
They’d all fall out soon anyway - and I couldn’t stay mad at him for long.
With that, now crooked, smile and his sparkling blue eyes, he was too adorable.
It was April 1997 and, aged 32,1 was a single mum to Chevonne, then 13, Nicky, 9, and Joe, 7.
Thanks Mum, Joe lisped later that day, wolfing down his fish fingers.
