My youngest boy Matty is 7 and just started year 3 at primary school. He has left the key stage 1 yard and gone to the key stage 2 yard, where he is basically in with the bigger kids until year 6 and off to high school he will go.

Anyways, his first day back and his new teacher brings him out with a huge bump on his head. Playing footy(soccer) with the big lads he went for a header, collided with a year 6 brute and fell onto the concrete yard head first. The teacher fussed about a bit and then home we went.

"You have got to be careful son" I says.

"I know Dad" he says " but I still scored with the header you know, and I could have played on. I wasn't crying. My new teacher is a bit soft I reckon"

Blood and thunder is what I raised my kids on. Tough as old boots the boys are, must get it from their mother