cannot stop thinking about Louise handing off baby George to those two gremlins and just hoping for the best. the sheer amount of trust in her child. the insane 1950s parenting style. George, a kid who was half stick figure, half chihuahua who took anger management classes, mostly hair, off to Germany with the two most insane boys in Liverpool. the Allerton golf club, built specifically so their insanity could be separated and contained to opposite sides of the city. there George goes, with them. Louise looking at those two baby faced little fuckers, one who is maniacally into charming every mother and auntie he has ever seen in his life, the other who still refuses to wear his glasses despite very literally not seeing without them. combined maturity level: -47. Louise, mother of four, a woman who has seen it all, saying to herself, well someone needs to have the brains in this operation. and then off baby George goes. braver than any RAF pilot. underage and looking like he is still learning his letters. making the top ten look like a nursery. off to Germany to manage Mr Daddy Issues and Mr Issues Issues. cannot stop thinking about Louise sending off a sweet baby boy and receiving in return a knife wielding rat child whose diet now consists only of cheap cigarettes, amphetamines and melted Vicks bottles.
