I'm at work waaay too early this morning - the cleaners were still here. This led me to miss a rather funny 'Tomism' that Nik has just called to regale.

Tom came wandering out of the lounge with a pair of socks that he'd left on the coffee table last night (he likes to leave his socks in prominent places - a trait he shares with me) and announced that he was going to throw them away.

'Why Tom?'

'Because they're too small'

'Oh, OK well why don't we put them in the wash? Hazel (small granddaughter of a good friend) loves the Night Garden and we can pass them on to her once they're clean can't we?'

'Oh....errrr....' - Tom pondered and then came clean - 'they're really wet. I spilled my juice and cleaned it up with the socks.'

The dietary habits of mermaids

So I got an unexpected opportunity to spend a midweek afternoon with Tom and we decided to go do stuff. Linlithgow Palace - birthplace of Mary, Queen of Scots and medieval castley type ruin - is within 30 minutes drive and I thought it might appeal to Tom's imagination. His play frequently features baddies, chases, ogres and the odd monster so having a good mental image of a castle - with towers and spiral staircases and all - to serve as a backdrop might go down well.

And we loved it - a hearty tour guide's thumbs up for Linlithgow Palace from us. We climbed tall towers and stood in every fireplace we could find. We explored wine cellars, kitchens and galleried halls. Tom didn't stop talking; asking questions and declaring his complicated theories. It took well over an hour for Tom to decide that 'Daddy, if we go in every room we'll be here for years...'

And so we went back to the courtyard for a close, last look at the ostentatious fountain before leaving. Resplendent with stone carved statues and gargoyles, the fountain needed lots of studying. Tom checked out each in turn before coming across a mermaid. He stared at it for a few seconds before deciding 'They live in the sea. They're really nice and people like them and feed them little pieces of banana.'

I defy you to follow that...

Still here - and a little too grown up

'Humpty-dumpty... had a little dumpty...'

'This is Humpty-dumpty number two daddy!'

'Who taught you that Tom?' (chuckling through a mouthful of noodles)...

'Shush daddy... listen!'

'Humpty-dumpty...had a little dumpty...I'm going to go and teach mummy'

There have been so many hilarious anecdotes that I've missed - so many impressive milestones. Tom is thriving in his Steiner school. He and Nik have at least two playdates a week it seems and I hear all about all his pals and... well, suffice it to say, Tom is firmly established in Edinburgh.

And we're content too - except would the **** who stole my bike please return it. City life.