Anglo-Mother of an Aggie..?

As I settled into my homeschool I became cool in the eyes of my children.  I was awarded the mother of the year.  I knew this because they would proudly brag to their two friends (they’re homeschoolers remember and don’t socialise!) about me allowing:

Snakes to co-habit with us and shed their skins in my bath-tub; raccoons to learn how to swim in our pool; baby squirrels to be bottle fed every three hours and abandoned opossums to cling upside down from my hands by their tails.

This award winning behaviour encouraged my outdoorsman son, the blonde, blue, eyed, husband look alike, to go on and become a, excuse the expression, red-neck!  Now that’s an oxymoron in both my father (ish)-in-law’s and my vocabulary, how can I be the epitome of all that’s English and have a son who’s an Aggie???

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