When daddy and I were married we carried on my tradition of placing a bet on The Grand National, (although now I was old enough to actually go into the Bookies and didn't have to wait outside on the step) and cutting out the runners from the paper to place at home 2p bets. It was a little bit of fun once a year and Daddy loved it! When top Ender was born we would include her into the game including one year recording the race whilst she was asleep and then helping her to choose the winner when she woke up. She didn't really care that she won until she saw the pile of coins that she could take to the local sweetshop with her!
The first year that Baby Boy was old enough to help choose a horse he sat on my knee behind the paper (before I had cut out the runners out) and stuck one finger out to choose a horse. Baby Boy choose Mon Mome in what some might say was a random fashion but we know is his very own system. The bets were placed online and we took ourselves to my Mums to watch the race with her.
So who has Baby Boy chosen this year? Well, that's a secret.