That's how it is in our brood, too.
I've been remarried for 10 years and have a 7-year-old, Cole, to fill out our brood.
I'm buzzing like crazy, but I keep getting stuck in the friend zone, which, like the geographic distribution of our brood, seems to extend across the Northeast.
"But she'll be back - green turtles normally return to the beach of their birth to lay their eggs". We were at Tortuguero, north-east Costa Rica, with our brood of three children.
Like every other parent of school-age children, today I'm facing six long weeks wondering how to entertain our brood, and pay for it, when family day trips to most attractions cost £50-plus.
We sip our tea and produce an early supper for our brood who, after the initial excitement of departure has died down, are too tired and ravenous to wait.
Our brood has grown to four ranging from teen to teether.
Our brood of three young girls and two tired parents recently had a whirlwind 36 hours in Paris before heading southwest to the Dordogne region.
As I was getting everything ready for our brood this year, it occurred to me that the torch has been passed.
Two more siblings were soon added to our brood, and seven children unfamiliar to this new environment were now a part of it.
What's more, if he has taxied our brood anywhere throughout the day, I'll get a detailed accounting of the logistical nightmare involved, along with a verbal transcript of the teen-inspired diatribe to which he was undoubtedly subjected.
