Tom and I are having a boys weekend. Nik has gone to visit a friend in Sweden leaving me and the little guy to do what boys do when left without the influence of the wiser and tidier gender.
So what have we done? Well, have lunch in a pub (or 'cafe' as Tom refers to any location where food can be purchased), watch the rugby and finally slump in front of a favourite DVD while stuffing our faces with sweets.
Is that so wrong?
As far as his mother's absence is concerned Tom thinks it has one purpose and I've had to remind Nik on the phone to avert potential disaster. He is expecting a yellow present and he expects me to receive a red one. Where did he get this idea? Who knows but there might be tears before bedtime tomorrow.