Deary me!

Half a day down, and all of eight hundred words written for NaNo Write. I could almost be pleased as it’s the most I’ve written in months, and yet, here I am writing a post instead.

But then, I’ve got something to tell you – which I probably shouldn’t share – but it gave me such a shock, I have to!

You remember the nick-name we gave our son P? Nero – because like the Emperor, he fiddles. Well he’s moved on to greater heights, or maybe we just hadn’t noticed before how big a problem this is (pun intended), but to the point. This morning I walked through the lounge and witnessed a scene I imagine was years away!

Do I have to spell it out? Let’s just say I didn’t realise boys of his age could get quite as… much wood ((?!) phrase pinched from Doug, who’s familiar with these things ;o)), and where did he learn all the actions? Is it instinctual? Either way, my eyes popped and I shouted his name in a very high pitched tone, before shrieking a lecture about doing such things on my sofa!

Of course his brother ran into the room and began laughing hysterically when he realised what had been going on, “That’s DISGUSTING!” he told P.

But then I panicked, worrying that I may instil some weird hang-up that could affect him for life – so I felt the need to tell him it isn’t disgusting. Just inappropriate on my sofa, in my lounge, WHERE HIS MOTHER MAY SEE HIM!

Gosh, I’ve gone red just writing about it! What am I going to do with that boy? Still, as my b-friend pointed out the other day, at least he isn’t maiming small furry creatures. Yet. Got to find the bright side, eh?!