Meet the Jordans

“Get up Mum and Dad, we have to go to school and you have work!” said Noah, small hands on his hips and a cheeky smile blossoming on his face. He liked to think he was good at being responsible and grown-up, after all he was a “big boy” at 7 years old. Noah was pulling at Nick’s arm, determination was etched across his features in the soft morning haze. Ellen’s dainty hands were tugging on his shirt. Nick leapt up and started to tickle Noah, who yelled in a fit of giggles, “Daddy, stop it!” He managed to wriggle out of Nick’s strong arms and he ran out of the room, triumph evident on his face. {Or the lives of Zoe and Nick Jordan as a married couple with three children.}