The Bomber picked up a bronze at yesterday's judo tournament.
The rite of passage however, is that he got on the minibus with the rest of the team at seven o'clock in the morning and went to a competition without me or his mother for the first time.
Hand on heart, it may well be more of a rite of passage for me than for him; my ten year old seems all gwowed up.
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