A holiday to France with a 2 year old who yelled 'Mum' all the time but it sounded like he was saying 'Merde' the French for shit.
The eldest then aged 14 who was tasked with looking after the same child mentioned above aged 3, who ran away and ended up involving the police who shut the park down in Abergavenny at the Mr Blobby family fun day, finally locating said child looking for coins behind the slot machines.
The time when the same child also in France got his head wedged in a bench aged 4 and with his speech impediment sound like he was saying 'I'm a duck' instead of 'I'm stuck' and we ignored his cries for help saying 'there's nice' and 'quack quack'
Again, the same child, aged 5, and in France again who called me a 'crap mummy' all day because I said no to buying a fire truck as there was no room in the car and I refused to leave his older brother behind as he suggested.
The same trip when I said no to an ice cream and he ran off, leaving us frantically searching for him for almost an hour, till one of his brothers found him hiding under the ice cream sign.
Then aged 7 sparking a full search on Perranporth beach with BBC seaside rescue filming our frantic moments locating him, who then said they wouldn't be using the material they shot as I wasn't upset enough.
The eldest again then aged 18 taking said child above, aged 8, to the toilets in San Francisco, arguing with him over washing his hands and then found 30 minutes later strolling across the Golden Gate Bridge on his own.
We have parented 5 children together over the past 20 years. Said child above is the youngest of the 5. He turns 20 next week.