“Alright boys! Training is over for today!” Alban bellowed. The boys all stretched as a woman smiled at the family.
“Would you like some oatcakes wee ones?” the boys looked at their father who nodded. He recognized her from the neighboring village. The woman smiled and pats their heads. She then spied Artie.
“Aw! Isn’t she the cutest little thing!” she snuggled and huggled Artie tightly, “Cute wee little lass!”
“I’m a boy!” Artie whined looking at the woman with large blue eyes. She squealed again.
“Still you’re so cute!” she pats his head again and went off. Allistor and Liam laughed hard.
“It’s okay Artie,” said Eoin ruffling his hair, “You’ll grow into your manly looks,”
“Pfft, he’ll always be a cute wee little girl,” Allistor laughed, “Especially with his cute little kilt!” Artie perked up and glared at him. Liam distanced himse