And so it happens. She's nearly grown up and left home. At the tender age of 4 years 316 days she's in her first school uniform. Bought this very day. The first thing she said when I opened the door to her was, "Daddy, I've got a school uniform. Mummy, can I try it on now?" And during an argument with Bradley, she started to bawl, I said, you can't do that you're too old now, you're in a school uniform." And she stopped!

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Other title(s) for this story: Growing up in school uniform

I think we could have stayed here forever, listening to the small brass band in Telford's Town Park. Eating lollies, just letting the day take charge.		I managed to skirt past several other rides, as their owners were reaching out to Bradley and Esme to 'come on board.' I love waving to them every time they go around. And even though it must me boring for them they too like to see me waving, Bradley in particular thinks it a great wheeze, and chuckles every time he whizzes past his waving old man.

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The day after coming back from holidays. Where do you think they wanted to go? Over the road onto the pub's car park, to ride their bikes. Bradley doesn't go very fast on his trike, a little bit faster going down this path, but not much, still he seems quite happy, well, he would, he's only just worked out how to peddle properly, been only a few months. I'd like Esme to try without stabilisers, but stupidly I said, 'you will crash.' Now, I meant... Well, she won't take them off. I'll have to wait till she forgets.

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