I’m finally recovering from the dread malady, though I have mostly been sleeping all week.
This morning as we walked across Jesus Green with the sun rising above the spires my eleven year old son said Mom, let me impart some information to you…
His conversation ranged across the history of skateboarding, the intricate plots of P. G. Wodehouse novels, the Mister Rogers car theft anecdote, and the very exciting fact that they are playing maths games all day at school.
Of course we were walking because he has just this week outgrown the last size in boy bicycles and needs to get one built for a man. Oh, childhood; it disappears so fast!