In the supermarket in Saint Chinian, the boys were allowed to choose a small (read: cheap) toy. Sort of bribery in return for good behaviour (our good parenting skills come shining through, I know, I know).
Son#2 chose cheap army cars, Son#1, a gun.
Please note the tattoos from chewing gum wrappers on his arms.
He keeps telling us the more tattoos he has, the cooler he will be.
He really is a little 6 year-old gangster now, the picture is complete.
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