When Tommy scored that runaway try I was so pumped I was jumping around the lounge room going, 'That's my boy! That's my Tommy!"
Daughter was giggling at me and told me he wasn't mine. I said yes he is.
Points to herself. Says "Hello".
So I re-jumped around the lounge room pointing at her going, '"That's my girl! That's my J......!"
I hope she's happy to know she has a brother.