Wherein little boys grow up (and develop big mouths) ...

So K has been a bit mouthier than usual lately. I'm starting to think he may actually have a promising career as a lawyer in future years, what with his ability to argue about absolutely everything, and his total inability to shut up.

It's sometimes entertaining, this growing up thing ...

K (racing in from the shower) : "Look !! Look !! I have hair under my arms !!!"

MOTH (in total disbelief) : "Don't be ridiculous, it's just one that fell off the soap. Look, I'll pull it like this, see ..."

K : "Ouch !!"

MOTH : "Well, you'd better let me pull it out anyway - before it dies"

K : "Why will it die ?"

MOTH : "Of loneliness ..."


And other times, it's not quite so entertaining ...

Me (upon nearly driving over his bike helmet when I arrive home for the third time in a week) : "Does your helmet LIVE in the driveway ?"

K (with a deep, put-upon type sigh, walking away) : "I said I'd get it already"

Me : "I could really do without the attitude from a 10yo you know. Remember, I'm the adult here and you're supposed to do what you're told, when you're told, without the mouth. We've had this discussion before haven't we ?"

K (leaping on his bike and riding up the driveway) : "I had a great day too, thanks for asking"

We're heading off to the beach tomorrow, in a tent, for ten days. Christmas with no hot showers, no TV, no phones, no computer games, and just each other for company.

It'll either be totally fantastic, or K will be spending ten days tied to a tree at the far end of the camp ground. I'll let you know how it goes ...

Have a safe and happy holiday season everyone, and we'll see you next year ...