A sunny Saturday morning finds my son and I in bed watching Netflix and eating breakfast. No work or school and no real commitments to speak of. We are going to buy him since new trainers when we can be arsed and then go swimming this afternoon. Luckily for us we are seeing each other everyday at some point over the bank holiday. With the weather being sunny at this moment, our investigation of a ruined mill tonight with PPS seems likely to go ahead without a hitch. I'm looking forward to it actually as the natural electromagnetic levels will be very low and so i'll be able to pick up better evidence.
My son got a certificate for reading yesterday at school and this means he can read really well. The knock on effect means he reads graffiti if he sees it too. He saw some as we were driving and said "does that say arse?" . I told him that was a rude word and he didn't know what for, but I explained that now he knows what it is, he doesn't get to say it again. He saw the logic and not being told off for saying a word innocently and then being told off next time. How does a kid know what's rude until he says it, after all?
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