Three stories

Story One

Mrs B was reading to Tom in bed this morning. I decided to chance a quick shower; Milo usually either hangs around opening and closing the shower curtains and laughing when he gets splashed or rifles through bed side drawers looking for drugs.

As I was getting out of the shower Mrs B called 'Is Milo with you?' ... so he wasn't rifling through bedside drawers...

I found him on the kitchen table removing the sweets and raisins from the Christingle. He seemed most pleased with his work.

Story Two

Tom made Christmas cards for his class today. His first drawing, for his best mate, was of a gun. Not a particularly Christmassy gun either. This was vetoed and explained carefully... dark looks followed.

Tom eventually set about his second card.

'Oh, that's nice. Is that an elf?' says Mrs B, trying to lift the mood.

'No, it's Santa. With no clothes on'



You'll be pleased to know it turned out he had pants on and it was some kind of dressing game card.....

Story Three

Last week while I was away in London Tom came home from school and told his mum 'I know how to spell the F word...'

Oh...?

'F...U...K...Y'


And so it goes on...