When Martin was young I bought him a pair of boxing gloves (can't remember if birthday or christmas) and at night as usual I went round my 3 children to kiss them "Night Night" Martin was after Angela and I duly went into his room to find him tucked up no problem. Bent over to give him a kiss and a full blooded right hand exploded on my nose out from underneath the bedclothes. Boy, did it hurt. My first reaction was to yell at him but as I clutched my nose I couldn't help but see the funny side and started laughing. Much to Martins' relief I am sure. It is still remembered and talked about till this day. A Bit Happier Sad Dad.