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"Wait… what?" Fen turned to stare at his brother who was pointing out the living room window of Fen and Sam's house and he turned to gape as his eight year old daughter ran past with the huge red Mohawk complete with daisies shoved in it for bling effect.
"What?"
"I do not know who the ringleader is and if I had to pick one I would have picked Jazzy but… she is unshorn so … maybe it's little Creep."
"Creep?"
"The one with the patch in the middle of his Mohawk where they shaved the middle it too… see? Like… two Mohawks… did it himself." Walter pointed to a strange child with just that… looked like d weird bearded dragon… or… hang on …. The silly fucker off the telly on the Young Ones…. Argh. Right. They watched that the otter night and the green hair DID interest the kids.
"Vivian? No …. Adrian was the punk."
"That's right… had the pet rodent or something… had the things stuck on his forehead…. Liked to head butt people… yeah. They were interested, showed it to the other kids and now… we have a handful of dickheads trying to nut each other. Pack mentality, like mass hysteria our there" Walter sighed "The thing I can't believe is how calm Tad is… imagine if you and me did that?"
"Yeah… but that's us isn't it. That' us. Apparently so they say, the grandkids are different. Tad is different with them. You mature and see all the bad shit kids do so by the time the next generation come along, you are un-phased. Look at Hawk… although Dad is in trouble for that sometimes, Tad mostly ignores that bullshit. Imagine you or I going into his 'special' closet and emerging with a wig on for the day. OK… Babs did when little but not in public right? Did you see Penny with that nurse's hat? Those heels with diamonds on them he let the little shit walk up and down the stairs in?"
"And there is Hawk. For all Babby's madness… that boy is something else. You really think that's it? Tad has just got so old and we wore him down so much that he does to care anymore?" Fen frowned.
Walter started to laugh as he shook his head at his brother "Tad? Not care? Nah… he will always care. Are we not still standing still while he adjusts our clothing, smoothes our hair and kisses our cheeks? Grown men with our own kids?"
"True" Fen laughed as well, then sighed "Sam is gonna go spare, she had a wanting for a Christmas family shot on Christmas day… she will go spare. What the hell are we to do?"
"You said so yourself… a hat. I bet Tad has one"
