It’s 7.30am on Sunday morning and I’ve got my whole mob snuggled under duvets in the back seat as we head off to shoot the Haasbroek family somewhere in the hills that surround Durbanville. There’s a distinct smell of egg sandwiches filling the car and Robbie drops a fairly honest comment about what those egg sarmies actually smell like! And there’s not much chance of opening the windows either because it’s pretty cold outside. Anyway, egg sarmies aside, we eventually reach our location – a bust and battered old farmhouse and there to meet us are the Haasbroek’s. Now I’ve shot a lot of kids and a lot of families in my time so I generally know what I’m in for. And yes, it can be quite scary stuff. Teenage girls all think they’re supermodels and generally each bring two suitcases packed with preening gear and clothes. Boys on the other hand rarely ever listen and if there’s a ball around you’re in danger of getting it firmly planted in the back of your head at some stage. But to my utter surprise this was not the case with the Haasbroek boys. In fact, they were actually quite well-behaved. Very strange, but true. So either dad arm-wrestled them into submission before the shoot started, or mom docked them a week of no Playstation or surfing if they didn’t listen up, because these guys made it a pleasure to actually go through the horror of a family shoot! Okay, there was a bit of tripping up, pushing, shoving and the odd fist flying through the air, but hey, boys actually do need to be boys. So nice work guys – and if you continue to grow up as cool as you are now, you can phone my daughters for a date anyday. Well, maybe. I’ll think about it.